To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure. – Honore de Balzac
One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah! at hearing one has got a fortune, one begins to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business; on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and brood over our bliss with a solemn brow. – Charlotte Bronte