A certain kind of rich man afflicted with the symptoms of moral dandyism sooner or later comes to the conclusion that it isn't enough merely to make money. He feels obliged to hold views, to espouse causes and elect Presidents, to explain to a trembling world how and why the world went wrong. The spectacle is nearly always comic.
A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles.
A sumptuous dwelling the rich man hath. And dainty is his repast; but remember that luxury's prodigal hand keeps the furnace of toil in blast.
About the only difference between the poor and the rich, is this, the poor suffer misery, while the rich have to enjoy it.
Among all the emotions, the rich have the least talent for love. It is possible to love one's dog, dress or duck-shooting hat, but a human being presents a more difficult problem. The rich might wish to experience feelings of affection, but it is almost impossible to chip away the enamel of their narcissism. They take up all the space in all the mirrors in the house. Their children, who represent the most present and therefore the most annoying claim on their attention, usually receive the brunt of their irritation.
Among the very rich you will never find a really generous man, even by accident. They may give their money away, but they will never give themselves away; they are egoistic, secretive, dry as old bones. To be smart enough to get all that money you must be dull enough to want it.
Being rich is having money; being wealthy is having time.
Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.
Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
For a person to build a rich and rewarding life for himself, there are certain qualities and bits of knowledge that he needs to acquire. There are also things, harmful attitudes, superstitions, and emotions that he needs to chip away. A person needs to chip away everything that doesn't look like the person he or she most wants to become.
For just as poets love their own works, and fathers their own children, in the same way those who have created a fortune value their money, not merely for its uses, like other persons, but because it is their own production. This makes them moreover disagreeable companions, because they will praise nothing but riches.
Have you never been moved by poor men's fidelity, the image of you they form in their simple minds? Why should you always talk of their envy, without understanding that what they ask of you is not so much your worldly goods, as something very hard to define, which they themselves can put no name to; yet at times it consoles their loneliness; a dream of splendor, of magnificence, a tawdry dream, a poor man's dream –and yet God blesses it!
He must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.
He rides in the row at ten o clock in the morning, goes to the Opera three times a week, changes his clothes at least five times a day, and dines out every night of the season. You don't call that leading an idle life, do you?
He that maketh haste to be rich shall not be innocent. [Proverbs 28:20]
He who is contented is rich.
He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have.
He who knows he has enough is rich.
He who multiplies riches, multiplies cares.
Her voice is full of money.