Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son. – John Dryden
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. – John Dryden
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
I have long been one of those tedious people who rails against the coronation of student-athletes. I have heard the argument that big-time athletics bring in loads of money to universities. I dont believe the money goes anywhere other than back into the sports teams, but thats another story. – Susan Orlean