Quotes About Wealth

It is everywhere, not just in places where people don't have enough, but even more so where they have more than enough. Is that surprising? No. The affluent world is even more deeply identified with form, more lost in content, more trapped in ego.

You are then like an apparently poor person who does not know he has a bank account with $100 million in it and so his wealth remains an unexpressed potential.

The affluent world is even more deeply identified with form, more lost in content, more trapped in ego.

Los que no han encontrado su verdadera riqueza, que es la alegría radiante del Ser y la profunda e inconmovible paz que la acompaña, son mendigos, incluso si tienen mucha riqueza material.

Los que no han encontrado su verdadera riqueza, que es la alegría radiante del Ser y la profunda e inconmovible paz que la acompaña, son mendigos, incluso si tienen mucha riqueza material. Buscan afuera mendrugos de placer o de realización para lograr la aceptación, la seguridad o el amor, mientras llevan dentro un tesoro que no sólo incluye todas esas cosas sino que es infinitamente mayor que todo lo que el mundo pueda ofrecer.

abundance comes only to those who already have it

The ego tends to equate having with Being: I have, therefore I am. And the more I have, the more I am. The ego lives through comparison. How you are seen by others turns into how you see yourself. If everyone lived in a mansion or everyone was wealthy, your mansion or your wealth would no longer serve to enhance your sense of self.

And then again, had I declared myself I should have robbed the woman I love of the wealth and position that her marriage to Clayton will now insure to her. I could not have done that—could I, Paul?

On the way home that night he purchased a steam yacht, and built a million-dollar villa on the Black Sea.

He is very rich, has no relations, and has a passion for power. Then he'll be hung, said the Chief, rising. I doubt it, said the other, people with lots of money seldom get hung. You only get hung for wanting money.

There lies less good than most believe In ale for mortal men. A man knows nothing if he knows not That wealth oft begets an ape. A coward thinks he will live forever If only he can shun warfare. Tell one your thoughts, but beware of two. All know what is known to three. A silly man lies awake all night, Thinking of many things. When the morning comes he is worn with care, And his trouble is just as it was.

Don't you ever mind, she asked suddenly, not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

The only way to not think about money is to have a great deal of it. You might as well say that the only way not to think about air is to have enough to breathe.

Under the glitter of their opportunities she saw the poverty of their achievement.

Why must a girl pay so dearly for her least escape, Lily muses as she contemplates the prospect of being bored all afternoon by Percy Grice, dull but undeniably rich, on the bare chance that he might ultimately do her the honor of boring her for life?

There was money enough... but she asked so much of life, in ways so complex and immaterial. He thought of her as walking bare-footed through a stony waste. No one would understand her- no one would pity her- and he, who did both, was powerless to come to her aid.

The whole truth? Miss Bart laughed. What is the truth? Where a woman is concerned, it's the story that's easiest to believe. In this case it's a great deal easier to believe Bertha Dorset's story than mine, because she has a big house and an opera box, and it's convenient to be on good terms with her

It had evidently not occurred to her as yet that those who consent to share the bread of adversity may want the whole cake of prosperity for themselves.

Affluence, unless stimulated by a keen imagination, forms but the vaguest notion of the practical strain of poverty.

After all, marriage is marriage, and money's money—both useful things in their way ...

Then the house had been boldly planned with a ball-room, so that, instead of squeezing through a narrow passage to get to it (as at the Chiverses') one marched solemnly down a vista of enfiladed drawing-rooms (the sea-green, the crimson and the bouton d'or), seeing from afar the many-candled lustres reflected in the polished parquetry, and beyond that the depths of a conservatory where camellias and tree-ferns arched their costly foliage over seats of black and gold bamboo.

She knew that Virginia's survey of the world was limited to people, the clothes they wore, and the carriages they drove in. Her own universe was so crammed to bursting with wonderful sights and sounds that, in spite of her sense of Virginia's superiority - her beauty, her ease, her confidence - Nan sometimes felt a shamefaced pity for her.

name's Regina Dallas,' I said, 'It was Beaufort when he covered you with jewels, and it's got to stay Beaufort now that he's covered you with shame.' '' So

I am horribly poor—and very expensive. I must have a great deal of money.