Quotes About Wealth

Brevoorts and Goelets were ironmongers, and the Schermerhorns were ship chandlers.

In his gold-and-white ballroom at 881 Fifth Avenue he held, for years, his famous New Year's Eve parties.

Edward Clark had paid $200,000 for the land in 1877. When Louis Glickman was able to sell roughly half this land in 1961 for $2,000,000, it was clear that the value of West Side real estate had increased by 1,000 percent in a little more than eighty years.

For seven rooms with two baths and three fireplaces, a typical price was $45,000. Lauren Bacall's fourth-floor spread facing the Park was priced at $53,340. The smallest flats—one-bedroom, one-bath, nonhousekeeping units that had been guest rooms on the second floor—were priced at $4,410.

Nadie en mi familia es rico, pero parece que todos ahorran lo necesario para este tipo de eventos, y todos fingimos que somos ricos por un día.

Are warbirds the ultimate upscale status toy? Certainly. They're like beautiful women—if you have to ask what one costs, you can't afford it.

One man asked another on the death of a mutual friend, How much did he leave? His friend responded, He left it all.

The Setting and the People: Ohio "I know of no country, indeed, where the love of money has taken stronger hold on the affections of men, and where a profounder contempt is expressed for the theory of the permanent equality of property."?Alexis de Tocqueville

Money is to Everything as an Aeroplane is to Australia. The aeroplane isn't Australia, but it remains the only practical way we know of reaching it. So perhaps, metonymically, the aeroplane is Australia after all.

They say a fool and his gold are soon parted, but they ought to say too that those who refuse ever to be parted from gold are the greatest fools of all.

Civilisation, after all, is not an attitude of mind, it is an attribute of wealth

Everyone can enjoy a life of luxurious leisure if the machine-produced [robots] wealth is shared, or most people can end up miserably poor if the machine-owners successfully lobby against wealth redistribution. So far, the trend seems to be toward the second option, with technology driving ever-increasing inequality.

Rich people can be generous, even the ones with bloodcurdling political views can be generous, but most believe in generosity on their own terms, and underneath (not so deep, either), they're always afraid someone is going to steal their presents and eat their birthday cake.

Money talks, bullshit walks.

Why is it that so many people think all the answers are in their wallet?

And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing let's pretend

But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.

A man who loves money is a bastard, someone to be hated. A man who can't take care of it is a fool. You don't hate him, but you got to pity him.

Anyway, as the old barrelhouse song says, My God, how the money rolled in. Norton must have subscribed to the old Puritan notion that the best way to figure out which folks God favours is by checking their bank acounts.

Money was no cure for sorrow, Alec reflected, but it did allow one to grieve in relative comfort.

The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.

I once heard about some millionaire who had a stolen Rembrandt in his basement where no one but him could see it. I could understand that guy. I don't mean that Arnie was a Rembrandt, or even a world-class wit, but I could understand the attraction of knowing about something good ... something that was good but still a secret.

Because in America, you could have anything you wanted, just as long as you could pay for it. If you couldn't pay, or refused to pay, you would remain needful for ever.

We don't own things. Things own us.