Avarice is fear sheathed in gold. – Paul Eldridge
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones. – Paul Eldridge

Avarice is fear sheathed in gold. – Paul Eldridge
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones. – Paul Eldridge
There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules. – Paul Eldridge