Riches Are For Spending.

All Artists Are Vain, They Long To Be Recognized And To Leave Something To Posterity. They Want To Be Loved, And At The Same Time They Want To Be Free. But Nobody Is Free.

States, As Great Engines, Move Slowly.

The Monuments Of Wit Survive The Monuments Of Power.

The Stage Is More Beholding To Love Than The Life Of Man. For As To The Stage, Love Is Ever Matter Of Comedies And Now And Then Of Tragedies; But In Life It Doth Much Mischief, Sometimes Like A Siren, Sometimes Like A Fury.

Medical Men Do Not Know The Drugs They Use, Nor Their Prices.