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My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it.
John Bunyan (1628-1688) English author
It’s going to be fun to watch and see how long the meek can keep the earth after they inherit it.
He is a fool that makes his doctor his heir.
The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.
Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592)
Never say you know a man until you have divided an inheritance with him.
Johann Kaspar Lavater (1741-1801) Swiss divine, poet.
All heiresses are beautiful.
What madness is it for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.
Seneca.
They who provide much wealth for their children but neglect to improve them in virtue, do life those who feed their horses high, but never rain them to be useful.
Socrates.
Enjoy what thou hast inherited from thy sires if thou wouldst really possess it. What we employ and use is never an oppressive burden. What the moment brings forth, that only can it profit by.
Goethe.
John Bunyan (1628-1688) English author
It’s going to be fun to watch and see how long the meek can keep the earth after they inherit it.
He is a fool that makes his doctor his heir.
The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.
Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592)
Never say you know a man until you have divided an inheritance with him.
Johann Kaspar Lavater (1741-1801) Swiss divine, poet.
All heiresses are beautiful.
What madness is it for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.
Seneca.
They who provide much wealth for their children but neglect to improve them in virtue, do life those who feed their horses high, but never rain them to be useful.
Socrates.
Enjoy what thou hast inherited from thy sires if thou wouldst really possess it. What we employ and use is never an oppressive burden. What the moment brings forth, that only can it profit by.
Goethe.
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