Prosperity (n.) is not insatiable, as people think; it is puny, and so it satisfies no one.
Prosperity (n.) is blockaded by troops of friends; failure stands amid vast loneliness, its friends fleeing from the very crisis that was to test them.
Prosperity (n.) is the time to train for disaster, as soldiers dig earthworks in peace with no enemy in sight.
Prosperity (n.) is not only greedy but exposed to the greed of others: would you rather be poor and sated, or rich and hungry?
Prosperity (n.) is a turbulent thing that torments itself; men carry it well the way they carry their liquor.
Prosperity (n.) that carries you off course does not simply capsize the boat — it smashes it on the rocks.
Prosperity (n.) in excess will, if nothing else does, hit on the instruments of its own destruction.
Prosperity (n.) takes away righteousness: good fortune and a good heart stand at opposite poles, which is why we are wiser in adversity.
Prosperity (n.) is often only gold leaf: look beneath and see how much evil lies under that thin coating of titles.
Prosperity (n.) must be learned too: teach me to bear sorrow without a groan, and prosperity without making others groan.
Prosperity (n.) of itself, if uncontrolled by reason, overwhelms itself.