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Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from read more
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
Wealth is in applications of mind to nature; and the art of getting rich consists not in industry, much less read more
Wealth is in applications of mind to nature; and the art of getting rich consists not in industry, much less in saving, but in a better order, in timeliness, in being at the right spot.
There are, while human miseries abound,
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth,
Without one fool or read more
There are, while human miseries abound,
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth,
Without one fool or flatterer at your board,
Without one hour of sickness or disgust.
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),
It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.
It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.
This country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor.
This country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor.
I trust no rich man who is officiously kind to a poor man.
[Lat., Nemini credo, qui large blandus read more
I trust no rich man who is officiously kind to a poor man.
[Lat., Nemini credo, qui large blandus est dives pauperi.]
It cannot be repeated too often that the safety of great wealth
with us lies in obedience to the read more
It cannot be repeated too often that the safety of great wealth
with us lies in obedience to the new version of the Old World
axiom--Richesse oblige.
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill,
To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill,
To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.