Nature will not even wait for our friends to see us, unless we die at home.

The moment the breath has left the body she begins to take us to pieces, that the parts may be used again for other creations." "So apportion your wants that your means may exceed them," says Bulwer.
"With one hundred pounds a year I may need no man's help; I may at least have 'my crust of bread and liberty.' But with L5000 a year I may dread a ring at my bell; I may have my tyrannical master in servants whose wages I cannot pay; my exile may be at the fiat of the first long-suffering man who enters a judgment against me; for the flesh that lies nearest my heart some Shylock may be dusting his scales and whetting his knife.

Every man is needy who spends more than he has; no man is needy who spends less.

I may so ill manage, that with L5000 a year I purchase the worst evils of poverty--terror and shame; I may so well manage my money, that with L100 a year I purchase the best blessings of wealth: safety and respect.".