C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
For me to live is Christ, to die is gain.
An evil gain equals a loss.
The elegant simplicity of the three per cents.
A captive fetterd at the oar of gain.
He who seeks for gain must be at some expense.
Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.
Everywhere in life, the true question is not what we gain, but what we do.
From others slips some profit from ones self to gain.
Little pains In a due hour employd great profit yields.
Men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in a storm.
Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. Light gains make heavy purses. Tis good to be merry and wise.
12 As to pay, sir, I beg leave to assure the Congress that as no pecuniary consideration could have tempted me to accept this arduous employment at the expense of my domestic ease and happiness, I do not wish to make any profit from it.