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No good man ever became suddenly rich.
[Lat., Repente dives nemo factus est bonus.]
No good man ever became suddenly rich.
[Lat., Repente dives nemo factus est bonus.]
Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortunes lavishly read more
Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour,
The mind annihilates, and calls for more.
Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only. Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul.
Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only. Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul.
Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no read more
Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor, at least no one worth speaking of.
We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the
potentiality of growing rich beyond read more
We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the
potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
I think when you spread the wealth around it's good for everybody.
I think when you spread the wealth around it's good for everybody.
Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches
certainly make themselves wings; they fly away read more
Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches
certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward
heaven.
That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to
distribute, willing to communicate;
Laying read more
That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to
distribute, willing to communicate;
Laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the
time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.
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.
