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.

How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming chests
Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins
(Not of old victors, read more

How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming chests
Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins
(Not of old victors, all whose heads and crests
Weigh not the thin ore where their visage shines,
But) of find unclipt gold, where dully rests
Some likeness, which the glittering cirque confines,
Of modern, reigning, sterling, stupid stamp;--
Yes! ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

The price we have to pay for money is sometimes liberty.

The price we have to pay for money is sometimes liberty.

Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What read more

Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent.

The safest way to double your money is to fold it over once and put it in your pocket.

The safest way to double your money is to fold it over once and put it in your pocket.

Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, read more

Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.

After a certain point, money is meaningless. It ceases to be the goal. The game is what counts.

After a certain point, money is meaningless. It ceases to be the goal. The game is what counts.

It's not so much the amount of tax we pay - it's the sense that our pocket's being picked without read more

It's not so much the amount of tax we pay - it's the sense that our pocket's being picked without our knowing what's going on.

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.