All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life read more

All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold;
But my outside to behold.

This is an impressive crowd: the Have's and Have-more's. Some people call you the elites. I call you my base.

This is an impressive crowd: the Have's and Have-more's. Some people call you the elites. I call you my base.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can let
alone.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can let
alone.

I am absolutely convinced that no wealth in the world can help
humanity forward, even in the hands of read more

I am absolutely convinced that no wealth in the world can help
humanity forward, even in the hands of the most devoted worker.
The example of great and pure individuals is the only thing that
can lead us to noble thoughts and deeds. Money only appeals to
selfishness and irresistibly invites abuse. Can anyone imagine M
anyone imagine Moses, Jesus or Gandhi armed with the money-bags
of Carnegie?

Riches, the incentives to evil, are dug out of the earth.
[Lat., Effodiuntur opes irritamenta malorum.]

Riches, the incentives to evil, are dug out of the earth.
[Lat., Effodiuntur opes irritamenta malorum.]

But wealth is a great means of refinement; and it is a security
for gentleness, since it removes disturbing read more

But wealth is a great means of refinement; and it is a security
for gentleness, since it removes disturbing anxieties.
- Ik Marvel (pseudonym of Donald G. Mitchell),

Private credit is wealth; public honor is security; the feather
that adorns the royal bird supports its flight; strip read more

Private credit is wealth; public honor is security; the feather
that adorns the royal bird supports its flight; strip him of his
plumage, and you fix him to the earth.

The rich man's sons inherits cares;
The bank may break, the factory burn,
A breath may burst read more

The rich man's sons inherits cares;
The bank may break, the factory burn,
A breath may burst his bubble shares,
And soft, white hands could hardly earn
A living that would serve his turn.

The little sister of the Poor
. . . .
The Poor, and their concerns, she has
read more

The little sister of the Poor
. . . .
The Poor, and their concerns, she has
Monopolized, because of which
It falls to me to labor as
A Little Brother of the Rich.