Money can purchase the symbols but not the causes of serenity and buoyancy. In a straightforward way we must agree that money cannot buy happiness. John Armstrong More Quotes by John Armstrong More Quotes From John Armstrong For pale and trembling anger rushes in John Armstrong anger eye sea Tis chiefly taste, or blunt, or gross, or fine, John Armstrong taste littles dull What avails it that indulgent Heaven John Armstrong eye spring heaven Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong, John Armstrong rude age song There is, they say, (and I believe there is), John Armstrong fire heaven believe Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd; John Armstrong luxury sunshine light He knows enough, the mariner, who knows John Armstrong sea mind heaven To please the fancy is no trifling good, Where health is studied; for whatever moves The mind with calm delight, promotes the just And natural movements of th'harmonious frame. John Armstrong fancy mind moving The boy may wrestle, when Night--working Fancy steals him to the arms Of nymph oft wish'd awake, and, 'mid the rage Of the soft tumult, ev'ry turgid cell Spontaneous disembogues its lucid store, Bland and of azure tinct. John Armstrong nymphs night boys What Nature bids is good, is wise, and faultless we obey. John Armstrong wise Tis not too late to-morrow to be brave. John Armstrong be-brave bravery too-late You can't help people that don't want to be helped. John Armstrong want helping people Hope is the first thing to take some sort of action. John Armstrong hopeful action firsts When you're doing wrong, you're gonna think wrong. John Armstrong thinking This restless world John Armstrong chance bears world Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, And tottering empires rush by their own weight. John Armstrong thrones empires weight Tis not for mortals always to be blest. John Armstrong mortals blessing Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still A faithless heart betrays the head unsound. John Armstrong trust-me virtue heart Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, Is the best gift of Heaven: a happiness That even above the smiles and frowns of fate Exalts great Nature's favourites: a wealth That ne'er encumbers, nor can be transferr'd. John Armstrong fate soul heaven There are, while human miseries abound, A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, Without one fool or flatterer at your board, Without one hour of sickness or disgust. John Armstrong fool waste way