Money is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets.

Money is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

Money is like a sixth sense, and you can't make use of the other five without it.

Perfection is a trifle dull. It is not the least of life's ironies that this, which we all aim at, is better not quite achieved.

Few misfortunes can befall a boy which bring worse consequence than to have a really affectionate mother.