Quotes About Rich

Qaddafi is hated because he is the leader of a small country that is rich, but he uses his money to finance liberation struggles.

Love is a moment of stillness that sometimes a word can shatter to pieces. Or love can be a thing that endures, a rich, deep current flowing unending through the years.

Water is what people need to survive," he said. "It quenches the deepest thirst, and you don't have to be rich to drink it. There's nothing better than cold water….

Never be deceived that the rich will allow you to vote away their wealth.

Every person who is rendering no good to humanity is useless, no matter how hard they work. Head work and hand work are equally hard and equally useful if rightly applied. All people, rich and poor, are working at something; perhaps one at useful labor, the other at useless labor. Nevertheless they are each and all using their energies at some occupation.

Those fighting for free enterprise and free competition do not defend the interests of those rich today. They want a free hand left to unknown men who will be the entrepreneurs of tomorrow and whose ingenuity will make the life of coming generations more agreeable. They want the way left open to further economic improvements. They are the spokesmen of progress.

The treasures hidden in the heavens are so rich that the human mind shall never be lacking in fresh nourishment.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly.

Interior design is a travesty of the architectural process and a frightening condemnation of the credulity, helplessness and gullibility of the most formidable consumers - the rich.

However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.

Broke people talk about people and problems. Rich people talk about ideas and goals. Your conversation chooses your destiny.

Each class preaches the importance of those virtues it need not exercise. The rich harp on the value of thrift, the idle grow eloquent over the dignity of labor.

I found in direct selling companies an education system designed to draw out the rich person in you.

Direct sales offers the education my rich dad taught: build your own network rather than working for a network.

Don't just sit there dreaming; dreaming is the luxury of the rich.

In markets, you have rich years, and you have less rich years.

profusion of fat purple and red cushions.

Does it follow, then, that progressives and socialists are entirely wrong when they say that there are rich people in the top 1 percent who are greedy selfish leeches, who don't deserve their money and who have gotten it by contributing little or nothing to society? Actually, no! Such people do exist, and they can be found among the ranks of the progressives and socialists themselves. Let's consider a few notorious examples.

The maxim, every man for himself," he writes, "embraces the whole moral code of a free society." The harsh competition of capitalism, Fitzhugh says, benefits the few and the strong while crushing the many and the weak. As a consequence of freedom, "the rich are continually growing richer and the poor poorer.

No. Your crime has no conscience. You haven't been driven to do it by some oppressive social force. How I hate to be reasonable. You're not against the rich. Nobody's against the rich. Everybody's ten seconds from being rich. Or so everybody thought. No. Your crime is in your head. Another fool shooting up a diner because because

I move past the scaffolding and walk down the steps, hearing one language after another, rich, harsh, mysterious, strong. This is what we bring to the temple, not prayer or chant or slaughtered rams. Our offering is language.

I think that story about Jesus and the rich man also means that while everybody is invited, not everybody is willing.

The sky was a rich, mindless, never-ending blue, like a promise of some ridiculous glory that wasn't really there.

What mattered more was the feeling, a rich sweet undertow so commanding that in class, on the school bus, lying in bed trying to think of something safe or pleasant, some environment or configuration where my chest wasn't tight with anxiety, all I had to do was sink into the blood-warm current and let myself spin away to the secret place where everything was all right.