Quotes About Wealth

If you spend your life competing with business men, what do you have? A bank account and ulcers!

You should be a billionaire, Randy. Thank god you're not. Why do you say that? Oh, because then you'd be a highly intelligent man who never has to make difficult choices - who never has to exert his mind. It is a state much worse than being a moron.

Middle-class prosperity is lapidary; the flow of cash rounds and smooths a person like water does riverbed stones.

Unless you are as smart as Johann Karl Friedrich Gauss, savvy as a half-blind Calcutta bootblack, tough as General William Tecumseh Sherman, rich as the Queen of England, emotionally resilient as a Red Sox fan, and as generally able to take care of yourself as the average nuclear missile submarine commander, you should never have been allowed near this document.

What, not coins in the bank? Does your purse hang as flaccid as a gelding's scrotum?

I hadn't known that,' I said. 'I always tend to assume there's an infinite amount of money out there.' 'There might as well be,' Arsibalt said, 'but most of it gets spent on pornography, sugar water, and bombs.

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Middle-class prosperity is lapidary; the flow of cash rounds and smooths a person like water does riverbed stones. The goal of all such persons seems to be to make themselves cuddly and nonthreatening.

People were expensive; the way to display, or to enjoy, great wealth was to build an environment that could only have been wrought, and could only be sustained from one hour to the next, by unceasing human effort.

Wealth that is stored up in gold is dead. It rots and stinks. True wealth is made every day by men getting up out of bed and going to work.

For one of the toxic things about Lineages was that rich avout could get not-so-rich ones to do things for them in exchange for better food, better drink, and better lodging.

The last year had been an education in how little having money really mattered. A rich Vagabond was a Vagabond still, and 'twas common knowledge that King Charles, during the Interregnum, had lived without money in Holland.

To paraphrase Tolstoy, all rich places were alike, but each poor place was poor in its own way.

People were expensive; the way to display, or to enjoy, great wealth was to build an enviornment that could only have been wrought, and could only be sustained from one hour to the next, by unceasing human effort.

Look, all I've got is one-and-a-half quadrillion dollars

But even if they did have that kind of money rattling around in their pockets, actually spending it would offend their native frugality.

It was the destruction of our society. When our society was based upon planting, it could truly be said, as the Master did, "Virtue is the root; wealth is the result.' But under the Western ti, wealth comes not from virtue but from cleverness. So the filial relationships became deranged. Chaos

Men sailed jachts across the sea and gave them to her, just to get her attention. And so perhaps her fires had been banked by choice; she'd had the sound judgment to know when to draw back, and let her investments and her children grow, and her plans come to fruition. Daniel

To the Equity Lords, the idea had been worth billions; to Hackworth, another week's paycheck. That was the difference between the classes, right there.

Wealth that is stored up in gold is dead. It rots and stinks. True wealth is made every day by men getting up out of bed and going to work. By schoolchildren doing their lessons, improving their minds. Tell

Of course, happy is a concept for fat Americans. Immigrants don't seem to care about happy very much. Healthy, wealthy and wise, yes, but happiness alone is something their children worry about, maybe.

Gold is the corpse of value

The Sadducees were materialists." "Meaning what? They drove BMWs?

He's rich, Jack muttered to Eliza, or connected with rich persons. Yes—the clothes, the coins ... All fakeable. How do you know him to be rich, then? In the wilderness, only the most terrible beasts of prey cavort and gambol. Deer and rabbits play no games. (Jack Shaftoe and Eliza)