The ideal social state is not that in which each gets an equal
amount of wealth, but in which read more

The ideal social state is not that in which each gets an equal
amount of wealth, but in which each gets in proportion to his
contribution to the general stock.

You often ask me, Priscus, what sort of person I should be, if I
were to become suddenly rich read more

You often ask me, Priscus, what sort of person I should be, if I
were to become suddenly rich and powerful. Who can determine
what would be his future conduct? Tell me, if you were to become
a lion, what sort of a lion would you be?

'Tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good, riches being read more

'Tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good, riches being another word for power.

Riches are deservedly despised by a man of honor, because a
well-stored chest intercepts the truth.
[Lat., Opes read more

Riches are deservedly despised by a man of honor, because a
well-stored chest intercepts the truth.
[Lat., Opes invisae merito sunt forti viro,
Quia dives arca veram laudem intercipit.]

The use of money is all the advantage there is in having money.

The use of money is all the advantage there is in having money.

The man is mechanically turned, and made for getting. . . . It
was verily prettily said that we read more

The man is mechanically turned, and made for getting. . . . It
was verily prettily said that we may learn the little value of
fortune by the persons on whom Heaven is pleased to bestow it.

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.

If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st read more

If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.

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.