Money talks. . . but all mine says is goodbye.

Real riches are the riches possessed inside.

The world at large does not judge us by who we are and what we know; it judges us by what we have.

My riches consist not in the extent of my possessions, but in the fewness of my wants.

You're not sorry. You could've been here if you made the effort. But when did you ever make an effort for anybody but yourself? You're not interested in any of us or in anything we do. You think if you pay the bills, that's enough, don't you? Money! That's all you know. And all you give us is money. Have you even given us any time?

Man and his love of money create hate and pain for those in their path.

Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.

Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.

And death it is; yet money talks, and the wisest have sometimes been known to count a few coins too many.

Money! There's nothing in the world so demoralizing as money. Down go your cities, homes gone, men gone, honest hearts corrupted, crookedness of all kinds, and all for money!

I could put a price tag on my soul. Now I just had to figure out what I could sell it for.

Money and success don't change people; they merely amplify what was already there.

Money is always there, but the pockets change.

Money can't buy happiness; it can, however rent it.