Quotes About Wealth

Some of us know how we came by our fortune, and some of us don't, but we wear it all the same.

She'll follow the river south through Lake Havasu City, where some rich person, she has heard, actually bought the London Bridge and shipped it over block by block to stand lonely in the desert.

rich." She stood up and fluffed herself. "My family has more money than you can shake a stick at." Mr. Scary stared at her a real long time. "Yes, well, fortunately, we don't need to be rich to shop at the gift shop, Lucille," he said at last. "Everything there is very affordable. Does everyone know what affordable means?" "I do! I do!

As the long limousine purred to life Edwina felt as if she were Elizabeth, setting sail to battle the Spanish Armada. She was Elizabeth, damn it! What she had built no one was going to take away from her. Not her house, not her hotels, not her fine stable of horses -- and most especially not the young thoroughbred she had left sleeping by the side of her Olympic-size outdoor pool. Some pleasures, she decided, were simply too enticing to give up.

make money. To keep myself

begun to comprehend that money did not only buy necessities, but so much else as well. She had come to realize that the possessor of money also possessed power, a most desirable asset to Emma, because she knew now that power made you invulnerable. It made you safe. By the same token, Emma had come to bitterly accept the fact that there was no justice or liberty for the poor.

houses for the gentry that are wondrous to behold.

father. The old Squire, Richard Fairley, had been a hearty, blustering Yorkshireman, one of the most powerful and richest industrialists in the North of England, with a gambler's instinct for the main chance, a shrewd eye for business, and a mind as sharp as a steel blade. Once Adam had proved himself to be an exemplary cadet at the military academy, he had thrown all of his power

John O'Hara's novel.

she found Robinson among the hundreds of New Yorkers who managed to make a great amount of money for doing almost nothing at all but was pretty as god and possessed of a voice like a French horn, so that at crucial parties he could say practically nothing and leave the impression among the more musically eared that profundity of the eternal sort had passed near.

Men of character continued to sail to their death for men of greed.

There is not the raw material in the woods, or beyond, to make all of us rich. And in striving for it, we will only make ourselves, all of us, poor.

if, in measuring our love, we feel anger, I think we have a further obligation. It is to develop a hard and focused anger at what continues to be done to the land not so that people can survive, but so that a relatively few people can amass wealth.

As the magnitude of the gain increases, the amount of additional satisfaction people get out of each additional unit decreases. The shape of this curve conforms to what economists have long talked about as the "law of diminishing marginal utility." As the rich get richer, each additional unit of wealth satisfies them less.

Both books point out how the growth of material affluence has not brought with it an increase in subjective well-being. But they go further. Both books argue that we are actually experiencing a fairly significant decrease in well-being.

Hirsch calls goods like these positional goods, because how likely anyone is to get them depends upon his position in society.

Once a society's level of per capita wealth crosses a threshold from poverty to adequate subsistence, further increases in national wealth have almost no effect on happiness.

But if money doesn´t do it for people, what does? What seems to be the most important factor in providing happiness is close social relations. People who are married, who have good friends and who are close to their families are happier than those who are not. Being connected to other seems to be much more important to subjective well-being than being rich.

elite families with high connections.

Money can't buy happiness, but it allows one to endured unhappiness in relative comfort.

Can a dead buck with good insurance make a little dough?

As Lily Cavenaugh says in The Talisman (and it was Peter Straub's line, not mine), You can never be too thin or too rich. And if you don't believe it, you were never really fat or really poor.

It's from Balzac. 'Behind every great fortune there is a crime.' That was the theme I saw, even though the fortune ran through his fingers long before he was shot down in Cicero.

El dinero compra muchas cosas, pero no puede parar el rayo.