Riches either serve or govern the possessor.
[Lat., Imperat aut servit collecta pecunia cuique.]

Riches either serve or govern the possessor.
[Lat., Imperat aut servit collecta pecunia cuique.]

Who hath not heard the rich complain
Of surfeits, and corporeal pain?
He barr'd from every use read more

Who hath not heard the rich complain
Of surfeits, and corporeal pain?
He barr'd from every use of wealth,
Envies the ploughman's strength and health.

A library of wisdom, is more precious than all wealth, and all things that are desirable cannot be compared to read more

A library of wisdom, is more precious than all wealth, and all things that are desirable cannot be compared to it. Whoever therefore claims to be zealous of truth, of happiness, of wisdom or knowledge, must become a lover of books.

Surplus wealth is a sacred trust which its possessor is bound to administer in his lifetime for the good of read more

Surplus wealth is a sacred trust which its possessor is bound to administer in his lifetime for the good of the community.

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made read more

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.

If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would
not have given them to such read more

If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would
not have given them to such a scoundrel.

Wealth is in applications of mind to nature; and the art of getting rich consists not in industry, much less read more

Wealth is in applications of mind to nature; and the art of getting rich consists not in industry, much less in saving, but in a better order, in timeliness, in being at the right spot.

And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never read more

And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never once possess our soul
Before we die.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.