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You reach a point where you don't work for money.
You reach a point where you don't work for money.
Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns read more
Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow man.
Money is your means of survival. The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood is the verdict you read more
Money is your means of survival. The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood is the verdict you pronounce upon your life. If the source is corrupt, you have damned your own existence. Did you get your money by fraud? By pandering to men's vices or men's stupidity? By catering to fools, in the hope of getting more than your ability deserves? By lowering your standards? By doing work you despise for purchasers your scorn? If so, then your money will not give you a moment's or a penny's worth of joy. Then all the things you buy will become, not a tribute to you, but a reproach; not an achievement, but a reminder of shame. Then you'll scream that money is evil. Evil, because it would not pinch-hit for your self-respect? Evil, because it would not let you enjoy your depravity? Is this the root of your hatred of money?
Money will not buy happiness, but it will let you be unhappy in nice places.
Money will not buy happiness, but it will let you be unhappy in nice places.
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to
be living apart.
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to
be living apart.
I'm tired of love, I'm still more tired of rhyme, but money gives me pleasure all the time.
I'm tired of love, I'm still more tired of rhyme, but money gives me pleasure all the time.
Money was made, not to command our will,
But all out lawful pleasure to fulfil.
Shame and read more
Money was made, not to command our will,
But all out lawful pleasure to fulfil.
Shame and woe to use, if we our wealth obey;
The horse doth with the horseman run away.
Money is like a sixth sense, and you can't make use of the other five without it.
Money is like a sixth sense, and you can't make use of the other five without it.
