I come in a world of iron. . . to make a world of gold
Those entrapped by the herd instinct are drowned in the deluges of history. But there are always the few who observe, reason, and take precautions, and thus escape the flood. For these few gold has been the asset of last resort.
In my case dust has become Gold
A real yogin. . . does not see the difference between a lump of dirt and a lump of gold
The ultimate asset bubble is gold.
Truth comes to us from the past, as gold is washed down from the mountains of Sierra Nevada, in minute but precious particles, and intermixed with infinite alloy, the debris of the centuries.
How few, like Daniel, have God and gold together!
At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.
There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.
I had always wanted to go to the Navy. As a young kid, I was intrigued by a Naval Officer with the beautiful brown shoes and sharp gold wings.
I think that even knocking on the door allows you to understand a little bit of that kind of stuff. Mainly what Silicon Valley has taught me, in that respect, is the business side of it, with that gold rush element as opposed to creating software.
Gold is the most useless thing in the world. I am not interested in money but in the things of which money is merely a symbol.
I gathered up my sorrows and I sold them all for gold. And I gathered up the gold, and I threw it all away.
I see a great future for gold and silver coins as the currency people may increasingly turn to when paper currencies begin to disintegrate.
There is, of course, a gold mine or a buried treasure on every mortgaged homestead. Whether the farmer ever digs for it or not, it is there, haunting his daydreams when the burden of debt is most unbearable.
Hollywood is a gold-plated suburb suitable for golfers, gardeners, assorted middlemen, and contented movies stars. I am none of these things.
A fine meal. . . is a delight in itself; add a glass of wine-gleaming red or translucent greenish gold-and delectation will be doubled.
Gold makes the ugly beautiful.
True love in this differs from gold and clay, that to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, gazing on many truths.
But, in truth, it had not exactly been gold, or even the promise of gold, but more like the fantasy of gold, the fairy dream that the gold is there, at the end of the rainbow, and will continue to be there forever - provided, naturally, that you don't go and look. This is known as finance.