The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold

How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!

Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).

Now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold.

Riches is not what we have, but what we enjoy.

Poverty is not the fault of the poor. It is the fault of a system that allows idleness at the top and starvation at the bottom.

I feel very sad, as though I had not a friend in the world.... A man is nowhere without money.... People care little about you without money.... People talk terribly. We find that we have but few friends left ... I feel sad and constantly …