“The more he became truly wise, the more he distrusted everything he knew.”

“It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.”

“You are very harsh.' 'I have seen the world.”

“The passions are the winds which fill the sails of the vessel; they sink it at times, but without them it would be impossible to make way.”

“History is the study of the world's crime”

“Charity itself fulfills the law. And who can sever love from charity?”

“To give money to a sufferer is only a come-off. It is only a postponement of the real payment, a bribe paid for silence, a creditsystem in which a paper promise to pay answers for the time instead of liquidation. We owe to man higher succors than food and fire. We owe to man.”

“Philanthropies and charities have a certain air of quackery.”

“Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.”

“Unsubstantial Death is amorous.”

“. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.”

“Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.”

“A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.”

“Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of. . . . . Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. . . . . Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?”

“I say, without characters, fame lives long.”

“Tongues I'll hang on every treeThat shall civil sayings show. . . .”

“No legacy is so rich as honesty.”

“Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.”

“Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings”

“If thou wilt lend this money, lend it notAs to thy friends; for when did friendship takeA breed for barren metal of his friend?”

“I would not lose so great an honorAs one man more methinks would share with meFor the best hope I have.”

“But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.”

“The worthless and offensive members of society, whose existence is a social pest, invariably think themselves the most ill-used people alive, and never get over their astonishment at the ingratitude and selfishness of their contemporaries.”