Quotes About Wealth

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.

I don't own any of my own paintings because a Picasso original costs several thousand dollars and that's a luxury I cannot afford.

What's great about this country is that America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest.

I make records so I can buy art.

These people seemed so enwrapped in snobbishness and the glory of being rich that they had no art sense whatever.

They got how many trillions of dollars in gold and silver and jewelry and art and real estate and stained glass and they're passing the basket on Sunday so they can get the tomato farmers' donation?

The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.

Capitalism is an art form.

It would be very glamorous to be reincarnated as a great big ring on Liz Taylor's finger.

Buy Old Masters. They fetch a much better price than old mistresses.

The artist is a member of the leisured classes who cannot pay for his leisure.

You don't need tons of money to create art. You do need tons of money to be a part of show business. They are two different things.

The hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. It implies a hatred of arts.

In the art world, Monet means money.

Money is something that can be measured; art is not. It's all subjective.

For most people, art is only valuable if other people say it is; and artists are only worthwhile if they are either rich and famous, or dead.

Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.

Magic: (n) The art of converting superstition into coin.

MAGIC, n. An art of converting superstition into coin. There are other arts serving the same high purpose, but the discreet lexicographer does not name them.

Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star.

Where have you been hanging out lately honey? You can't dress trashy 'til you spend a lot of money.

Can't wait to date a supermodel, can't wait to sue my Dad. Can't wait to wreck a Ferrari, on the way to rehab.

Jackass millionaires, hey, hey, Hollywood, here we come.

I got a house full of Rembrandts and priceless art, and all the little girls they wanna tear me apart.