188
Love of money is the disease which renders us most pitiful and grovelling, and love of pleasure is that which renders us most despicable.
Longinus.
189
He who labours diligently need never despair. We can accomplish every thing by diligence and labour.
Menander.
190
Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs
Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.
Juvenal.
191
In one short verse I here express
The sum of tomes of sacred lore:
Beneficence is righteousness,
Oppression’s sin’s malignant core.
Sanskrit.
192
A wound inflicted by arrows heals, a wood cut down by an axe grows, but harsh words are hateful—a wound inflicted by them does not heal. Arrows of different sorts can be extracted from the body, but a word-dart cannot be drawn out, for it is seated in the heart.
Mahābhārata.