You Despise A Man For Avarice; But

To Keep Your Secret Is Wisdom; But To Expect Others To Keep It Is Folly.

All This [wealth] Excludes But One Evil, Poverty.

The Essence Of Poetry Is Invention; Such Invention As, By Producing Something Unexpected, Surprises And Delights.

Cowardice Encroaches Fast Upon Such As Spend Their Lives In Company Of Persons Higher Than Themselves.

Extended Empires Are Like Expanded Gold, Exchanging Solid Strength For Feeble Splendor.