Wealth is well known to be a great comforter.

Wealth is well known to be a great comforter.

Since all the riches of this world
May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,
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Since all the riches of this world
May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,
I should suspect that I worshipped the devil
If I thanked my God for worldly things.

Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only.

Superfluous wealth can buy superfluities only.

No, he was no such charlatan--
Count de Hoboken Flash-in-the-Pan--
Full of gasconade and bravado,
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No, he was no such charlatan--
Count de Hoboken Flash-in-the-Pan--
Full of gasconade and bravado,
But a regular, rich Don Rataplane,
Santa Claus de la Muscavado,
Senor Grandissimo Bastinado!
His was the rental of half Havana
And all Matanzas; and Santa Ana,
Rich as he was, could hardly hold
A candle to light the mines of gold
Our Cuban owned.

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?

If your Riches are yours, why don't you take them with you to
t'other world?

If your Riches are yours, why don't you take them with you to
t'other world?

I trust no rich man who is officiously kind to a poor man.
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I trust no rich man who is officiously kind to a poor man.
[Lat., Nemini credo, qui large blandus est dives pauperi.]

Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . read more

Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home
Can be contented to applaud myself, . . . with joy
To see how plump my bags are and my barns.

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.