And learn the luxury of doing good. - Oliver Goldsmith

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay;
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade;
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.