Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

Do Not Pluck The Beard Of A Dead Lion. [lat., Noli Barbam Vellere Mortuo Leoni.]

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

Poverty Is Bitter, But It Has No Harder Pang Than That It Makes Men Ridiculous.

It Is Unmistakable Madness To Live In Poverty Only To Die Rich.

Some Men Make Money Not For The Sake Of Living, But Ache In The Blindness Of Greed And Live Just For Their Fortune's Sake.