He who wishes to become rich wishes to become so immediately.
[Lat., Dives fieri qui vult
Et read more

He who wishes to become rich wishes to become so immediately.
[Lat., Dives fieri qui vult
Et cito vult fieri.]

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 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.]

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?

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 country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor.

This country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor.

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.

And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
. . . read more

And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
. . . .
From toil we wins his spirits light,
From busy day the peaceful night;
Rich, from the very want of wealth,
In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

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.