Surplus wealth is a sacred trust which its possessor is bound to
administer in his lifetime for the good read more

Surplus wealth is a sacred trust which its possessor is bound to
administer in his lifetime for the good of the community.

Riches, the incentives to evil, are dug out of the earth.
[Lat., Effodiuntur opes irritamenta malorum.]

Riches, the incentives to evil, are dug out of the earth.
[Lat., Effodiuntur opes irritamenta malorum.]

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.

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.]

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.]

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?

The gratification of wealth is not found in mere possession or in lavish expenditure, but in its wise application.

The gratification of wealth is not found in mere possession or in lavish expenditure, but in its wise application.

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.

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.