Life is indeed either a rich possession or a poor, according as it is made subservient to noble aims or ignoble pleasures.
Love makes a few weeks so rich that all the rest of our lives seems poor in comparison.
The use we make of our fortune determines its sufficiency. A little is enough if used wisely, and too much if expended foolishly.
Economy is for the poor; the rich may dispense with it.
Hope is the best part of our riches.
The heart contracts as the pocket expands.
An eager pursuit of fortune is inconsistent with a severe devotion to truth. The heart must grow tranquil before the thought can become searching.