He Who Wants To Get Rich Wants

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.

It Is But The Weak And Little Mind That Rejoices In Revenge

Be, As Many Now Are, Luxurious To Yourself, Parsimonious To Your Friends. [lat., Esto, Ut Nunc Multi, Dives Tibi Pauper Amicis.]

Only Death Reveals What A Nothing The Body Of Man Is.

No Other Protection Is Wanting, Provided You Are Under The Guidance Of Prudence.