Quotes About Wealth

Rich girls aren't criminals, don't you know? They're just troubled, poor things.

She smelled like accounts receivable. She looked like old money.

bottle green Jaguar.

Once, just once, Sally had suggested that Daphne worked too hard. "And now with this big house. . ." Daphne had turned to the house, looked up at the three narrow stories, and said, "Only in New York would this be considered a big house. It has one bathroom." She turned back to her mother. "One bathroom," she said, in a kind of wonder.

A billionaire Swiss friend had put it wonderfully when he said that having money merely emphasized what you were all along. If you were a poor son of a bitch, you'd turn into an even worse son of a bitch with money. But if you were fundamentally decent, then you'd stay that way - simply with a nicer bank balance

Private ownership of property is vital to both our freedom and our prosperity.

Deplorable situations were becoming commonplace in America these days4, jolting many people from their comfort zones. The rich were getting richer, the poor were getting poorer, and formerly middle class citizens were plummeting toward third world poverty level. Justice was bought and sold while government corruption reigned supreme. Crime escalated out of control while the CIA's booming cocaine, crack, and heroin industries 5 turned our street corners into a blood bath.

The takeaway from the crowd-pleasing opening scene in the novel and film Crazy Rich Asians is the following: if you discriminate against us, we'll make more money than you and buy your fancy hotel that wouldn't let us in. Capitalism as retribution for racism. But isn't that how whiteness recruits us? Whether it's through retribution or indebtedness, who are we when we become better than them in a system that destroyed us?

The takeaway from the crowd-pleasing scene in the novel and film Crazy Rich Asians is the following: "If you discriminate against us, we'll make more money than you, and buy your fancy hotel that wouldn't let us in." Capitalism as retribution for racism. But isn't that how whiteness recruits us? Whether it's through retribution or indebtedness, who are we when we become better than them in a system that destroyed us?

Holden Caulfield was just some rich prep school kid who cursed like an old man, spent money like water, and took taxis everywhere. He was an entitled asshole who was as supercilious as the classmates he calls "phony.

It is a hard matter to save a city in which a fish sells for more than an ox.

In the heir's world, where everything was available, the unattainable had a wild allure.

wealth and connection are no shield against Plague.

Wealthy women who wanted to keep fit maintained well-equipped gyms in their homes and hired personal trainers. The rest led completely sedentary lives.

the man who has been wealthy is dunned more civilly than the fellow who has ever been poor.

young as they were, skinny, sometimes shoeless rural boys, most from farms too poor to afford slaves. It had seemed to him an evil fate, a geographical accident, that had forced them to take up arms in what was, to him, a war to secure the rich man's wealth.

The richer you are, I've worked out, the smaller your telephone and the bigger your telephoto lens.

The thing that differentiates man from animals is money.

Money is always there but the pockets change it is not in the same pockets after a change, and that is all there is to say about money.

Money is always there, but the pockets change.

I do want to get rich but I never want to do what there is to get rich.

They steal your bread, then give you a crumb of it… Then they demand you to thank them for their generosity… O their audacity!

If I had married a woman intelligent enough to guide me, to rule me without my feeling that I was ruled, I should have taken good care of my money, I should have had children, and I should not be, as now I am, alone in the world and possessing nothing.

Chi il bel sogno di Doretta potè indovinar? Il suo mister come mai come mai fini Ahimè! un giorno uno studente in bocca la baciò e fu quel bacio rivelazione: fu la passione! Folle amore! Folle ebbrezza! Chi la sottil carezza d'un bacio così ardente mai ridir potrà? Ah! mio sogno! Ah! mia vita! Che importa la ricchezza se alfine è rifiorita la felicità! O sogno d'or poter amar così!