Quotes About Wealth

Things were definitely going badly. The night looked like ending in disaster. In one corner of the room Maria Blond had started squabbling with Léa de Horn, whom she accused of sleeping with men who weren't really rich.

inlaid in Florentine mosaic, the very flower-stands placed in the recesses of the windows, oozed and sweated with gold. At the four corners of the room were four great lamps placed on pedestals of red marble, to which they were fastened by chains of bronze gilt, that fell with symmetrical grace. And from the ceiling hung three lustres with crystal pendants, streaming with drops of blue and pink light, whose hot glare drew a responding gleam from all the gold in the room.

You see, everything is fine so long as you make money by it." These last words seemed to freeze the serious men. The conversation dropped flat, and each appeared to avoid his neighbour's eyes.

Yes, all you French workers have that one idea: you want to dig up a treasure and live on it for evermore in selfish and lazy isolation. You make a great song against the rich, but when fortune give you some money you haven't the guts to give it back to the poor. You will never deserve to be happy so long as you have personal possessions, and your hatred of the bourgeois simply comes from your mad desire to be bourgeois yourselves in their place!

For a moment he was filled with envy, revolt, and bitter jealousy. He asked himself why he was poor whilst others were rich.

The courtesans, as Vandeuvres used to say, avenged public morality by emptying his moneybags.

Alors, Nana, tout de suite, entama La Faloise. Il postulait depuis longtemps l'honneur d'être ruiné par elle, afin d'être parfaitement chic.

Why do you love him, Miss Cathy? - Nonsense, I do - that's sufficient. - By no means; you must say why? - Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with. - Bad. - And because he's young & cheerful. - Bad, still. - And because he loves me. - Indifferent, coming there. And he will be rich and I shall be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband. - Worst of all.

Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream that vanished with the morn:

My friends are my estate.

I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me!

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, find it, sir, for me!

Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Do you expect to attend many balls, if I may ask?' and I said, 'Yes, when I am rich and famous.' and Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Yes, when the moon is made of green cheese.

Her skin was translucent pale, the complexion of the rich. Money made an excellent sunblock.

In the grip of madness, materialism begins to look like an admirable belief system.

In modern capitalism economic exploitation rather than political oppression is the real enemy of the people.

Poor America, of what avail is all her wealth, if the individuals comprising the nation are wretchedly poor?

Industry is the ceaseless piracy of the rich against the poor.

America is particularly boastful of her great power, her enormous national wealth. Poor America, of what avail is all her wealth, if the individuals comprising the nation are wretchedly poor? If they live in squalor, in filth, in crime, with hope and joy gone, a homeless, soilless army of human prey.

Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. …Love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. In freedom it gives itself unreservedly, abundantly, completely.

A genius. A criminal mastermind. A millionaire. And he is only twelve years old.

Artemis simple-toon

gold is power-artemis fowl I liked the artemis fowl series because its about a boy genius