“There is no use of money equal to that of beneficence; with the profuse, it is lost; and even with those who lay it out according to the prudence of the world, the objects acquired by it pall on the sense, and have scarce become our own till they lose their value with the power of pleasing; but here the enjoyment grows on reflection, and our money is most truly ours, when it ceases being in our possession.”
Henry Mackensie (1745-1832), Scottish writer, The Works of Henry Mackensie (London: J.F. Dove, 1826) 32.