Quotes About Wealth

Love makes you the richest person in the world, no matter how poor you are.

An inch to a man's heart is a mile to his wallet.

Money can't buy true love. Those promises. A real person who loves you, loves you from the heart.

My dark secret is I've always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It's a difficult thing to do.

It is as if the angels had just done their laundry and, owning no other wealth than love, they are always clothed in the same light, worn transparent from so many washings.

The poor will will provide you with what they don't have and what you need. The rich will give you what they have and what you want.

They have typically been supported by a few wealthy individuals who have become persuaded—by a Frederick Vanderbilt Field, or an Anita McCormick Blaine, or a Corliss Lamont, to mention a few names recently prominent, or by a Friedrich Engels, to go farther back.

Wherever you had Freedom, you had Capitalism.

Thomas Moore estimates that their aggregate value in 1972 was between $2 and $3 billion6—a value that corresponds solely to a government-granted monopoly position. It constitutes wealth for the people who own the certificates, but for the society as a whole it is a measure of the loss from government intervention, not a measure of productive capacity.

I was becoming curious about these things and one day I asked Mama Masako "What does 100,000 yen look like?" She pulled a billfold out of her obi and showed me ten 10,000-yen notes (about the same as ten $100 bills). "It sure doesn't look like much," I said. "I guess I should be working harder.

These days, unfortunately, people of means may no longer have the time and interest to pursue such hobbies.

Wealthier Mennonites even though they're not technically supposed to be wealthy do their drinking in North Dakota or Hawaii. They are sort of like rock bands on tour in that the rules of this town don't apply to them when they're on the road. An embarrassing situation for wealthy Mennonites is to meet other wealthy Mennonites at the swim-up bar at the Honolulu Holiday Inn.

One may denounce corruption in the developing world and the developed world alike, but in the age when billionaires stalk a globe on which 50 percent of its people live on less than two dollars a day, can one really be surprised that customs officers, policemen, judges, politicians, and bureaucrats are often tempted?

Capital itself is neither dirty nor clean - it is human activity and human values that determine the colour of money

I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.

You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness.

You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship

Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. I can tell you, as I'm sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have.

Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness.

Do you know how they brainwash people? They repeat something over and over. And that's what we do in this country. Owning things is good. More money is good. More property is good. More commercialism is good. More is good. More is good. We repeat it-- and have it repeated to us-- over and over until nobody bothers to even think otherwise. The average person is so fogged up by all this, he has no perspective on what's really important anymore.

when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have.

What happened to me? I asked myself. Morris's high, smoky voice took me back to my university years, when I thought rich people were evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom to get up and go - motorcycle beneath you, breeze in your face, down the streets of Paris, into the mountains of Tibet - was not a good life at all. What happened to me?

I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck

I wrote articles about rich athletes who, for the most part, could not care less about people like me. .. My days were full, yet I remained, much of the time, unsatisfied. What happened to me?