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I Believe There Is One Supreme Most Perfect Being. [...] I Believe He Is Pleased And Delights In The Happiness Of Those He Has Created; And Since Without Virtue Man Can Have No Happiness In This World, I Firmly Believe He Delights To See Me Virtuous.

If You Teach A Poor Young Man To Shave Himself, And Keep His Razor In Order, You May Contribute More To The Happiness Of His Life Than In Giving Him A Thousand Guineas. This Sum May Be Soon Spent, The Regret Only Remaining Of Having Foolishly Consumed It; But In The Other Case, He Escapes The Frequent Vexation Of Waiting For Barbers, And Of Their Sometimes Dirty Fingers, Offensive Breaths, And Dull Razors.

Never Confuse Motion With Action.

A Virtuous And Industrious People May Be Cheaply Governed.

Remember, That Money Is Of The Prolific, Generating Nature. Money Can Beget Money, And Its Offspring Can Beget More, And So On. Five Shillings Turned Is Six, Turned Again It Is Seven And Threepence, And So On, Till It Becomes A Hundred Pounds. The More There Is Of It, The More It Produces Every Turning, So That The Profits Rise Quicker And Quicker. He That Kills A Breeding Sow, Destroys All Her Offspring To The Thousandth Generation. He That Murders A Crown, Destroys All That It Might Have Produced, Even Scores Of Pounds.