The Love Of Money Grows As The

It Is Sheer Folly When All Is Gone To Lose Even One's Passage Money.

The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And Sweet, Whatever The Source.

Remote Though Your Farm May Be, It's Something To Be The Lord Of One Green Lizard-and Free.

Beasts Of Like Kind Will Spare Those Of Kindred Spots.

Pleasures Are Enhanced By A Moderate Indulgence.