Liberty is the only true riches: of all the rest we are at once the masters and the slaves.
In this age of quick fixes and microwave mindsets, most of us want what we want, and we want it right now, whether it is instant download speed, instant riches, or an Oompa-Loompa, but just as you can't force the farm to produce a harvest, you can't force your seed of potential to grow until it is ripe and ready.
Morals today are corrupted by our worship of riches.
Riches, rightly used, breed delight.
He who needs riches least, enjoys riches most.
. . . in respect of riches, no citizen shall ever be wealthy enough to buy another, and none poor enough to be forced to sell himself.
Riches are valuable at all times, and to all men, because they always purchase pleasures such as men are accustomed to and desire; nor can anything restrain or regulate the love of money but a sense of honor and virtue, which, if it be not nearly equal at all times, will naturally abound most in ages of knowledge and refinement.
. . . and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.
The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
There are no riches like the sweetness of content, nor poverty comparable to the want of patience.
We who didn't inherit political power nor are made to acquire riches like nothing better than that which expands and solidifies the power of the spirit.
Oppression is often the consequence, but seldom or never the means of riches.
Riches are a stronghold in the imagination of a rich man.
Exclusiveness is a characteristic of recent riches, high society, and the skunk.
There is no substitute for the riches gained on a lifetime basis by the young American who studies or works abroad.
A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles.
Darling, if I think of all I miss now, I will go crazy. I should not think of that. I only want to think of all that I still have, and then I am rich. Your spirit is always around me, in your diary, our letters, all the things you got for our household. How proud we were of that! And the nearly six years! O God, I thank you for those years. If I never had met you, I would now not have all the sorrow; but I would have missed these riches -- and do these years not abundantly balance the lonely years I face without you?
Riches are not an end of life, but an instrument of life.
what man calls civilizationalways results in desertsman is never on the squarehe uses up the fat and greenery of the eartheach generation wastes a little moreof the future with greed and lust for riches