Money & Wealth Quotes — page 11

If money help a man to do good to others, it is of some value; but if not, it is simply a mass of evil, and the sooner it is got rid of, the better.

I'm weary, I'm weary. Oh! pleasure is pain When its spell has been broken again and again. I am weary of smiles that are bought and are sold, I am weary of beauty whose fetters are gold, I am weary of wealth—what makes it of me But that …

When I survey the bright Celestial sphere; So rich with jewels hung, that Night Doth like an Ethiop bride appear:My soul her wings doth spread And heavenward flies, Th' Almighty's mysteries to read

Riches is not what we have, but what we enjoy.

Poverty is not the fault of the poor. It is the fault of a system that allows idleness at the top and starvation at the bottom.

I feel very sad, as though I had not a friend in the world.... A man is nowhere without money.... People care little about you without money.... People talk terribly. We find that we have but few friends left ... I feel sad and constantly …

The game of speculation is the most uniformly fascinating game in the world. But it is not a game for the stupid, the mentally lazy, the person of inferior emotional balance, or the get-rich-quick adventurer. They will die poor.

There’s an experienced rebel, Time, And in his squadrons Poverty; There’s Age that brings along with him A terrible artillery: And if against all these thou keep’st thy crown, Th’usurper Death will make thee lay it down.

He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe!

every one but an ideot knows that the lower classes must be kept poor, or they will never be industrious:: I do not mean that the poor in England are to be kept like the poor of France; but the state of the country considered, they must be …

Fourteen small broidered berries on the hern Of Circe's mantle, each of magic gold; Fourteen of lone Calypso's tears that rolled Into the sea, for pearls to come to them; Fourteen clear signs of omen in the gem With which Medea human fate …

A disposition to dwell on the bright side of character, is like gold to the possessor.

No riches from his scanty store My lover could impart He gave a boon I valued more— He gave me all his heart !

Poor playthings of the man that's gone, Surely we would not have them thrown, Like wreckage on a barren strand, The prey of every greedy hand.

The Venetian Bridge and the fine cliff walks are a handsome background for a wealth of entertainment which most visitors find irresistible.

I only know that all is lost, and that nothing can help me unless I inherit money, strike oil or go to work.

I think it a greater theft to Rob the dead of their Praise, then the Living of their Money.

Father, dear father, come home with me now! The clock in the steeple strikes three; The house is so lonely, the hours are so long For poor weeping mother and me. Yes, we are alone, poor Benny is dead, And gone with the angels of light;

Read Homer once, and you can read no more; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need.

Situated on an island which I think it will one day cover, it rises like Venice from the sea, and like that fairest of cities in the days of her glory, receives into its lap tribute of all the riches of the earth.

... poor had no terror for me! It was pie for me! My whole life had been a fight!

. "So, you're going to marry old Mrs. . Well, I think you're a dooced lucky fellah!" . "By Jove, I don't think the luck is all on my side! If she finds money, hang it, I find blood and—haw—beauty!"

No royal palace was prepared for him; No silken courtiers slid from room to room, Gathering together in the gorgeous gloom Of purple hangings, drooping rich and dim;

The mine owners "did not find the gold, they did not mine the gold, they did not mill the gold, but by some weird alchemy all the gold belonged to them!"