Though Silence Is Not Necessarily An Admission,

Vicious Habits Are So Great A Stain To Human Nature, And So Odious In Themselves, That Every Person Actuated By Right Reason Would Avoid Them, Though He Were Sure They Would Be Always Concealed Both From God And Man, And Had No Future Punishment Entailed Upon Them.

I Never Heard Of An Old Man Forgetting Where He Had Buried His Money. Old People Remember What Interests Them: The Dates Fixed For Their Lawsuits, And The Names Of Their Debtors And Creditors.

The Avarice Of The Old: It's Absurd To Increase One's Luggage As One Nears The Journey's End.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

Generosity Should Never Exceed Ability.