“Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.”

Infinite riches in a little room.

Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

What feeds me destroys me.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!

Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

There is no sin but ignorance.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.

One must beware of ministers who can do nothing without money, and those who want to do everything with money.

Bare-faced covetousness was the moving spirit of civilization from its first dawn to the present day; wealth, and again wealth, and for the third time wealth; wealth, not of society, but of the puny individual, was its only and final aim.

There’s no art where there’s no fee.

Among the reasons marriages fail, sex ranks no higher than fourth, behind money, having only one bathroom, and an inability to communicate, reasons one, two and three.

Nothing is easier than spending public money. It does not appear to belong to anybody. The temptation is overwhelming to bestow it on somebody.

I’d play for half my salary if I could hit in this dump (Wrigley Field) all the time.

Labour is the source of all wealth, the political economists assert. And it really is the source — next to nature, which supplies it with the material that it converts into wealth.

I’d marry again if I found a man who had fifteen million dollars, would sign over half to me, and guarantee that he’d be dead within a year.