It was your covenant with the devil to exchange your soul for money and fame, so i won't be sorry for your damn f***ing soul, and the devil gat no time to refund what you had already sell, demons don't understand the meaning of sympathy, you should know that already, so, go make some dollar bill in hell, and come back and give me some.
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We are all wealth. We are all treasure. We are the abundance of all things. Spend yourself completely.
I had risked everything and gained everything, and here I was of the world and in it.
As a people we practiced excess. Excess in everything - pleasure, gaud display, endless toil, and death. Vagrant children slept in the alleys. Ragpicking was a profession. A conspicuously self-satisfied class of new wealth and weak intellect was all aglitter in a setting of mass misery.
Artha - attainment of wealth, material prosperity,Its realization on righteous and moral basis be;- 5 -
Almost 1/2 the world__ wealth ($110 trillion) is owned by just 1% of ts population
God is the source of my supply. His riches flow to me freely, copiously, and abundantly. All my financial and other needs are met at every moment of time and point of space; there is always a divine surplus.
she was flighty and poor, a French studies major who quoted Simone de Beauvoir. She wiped her runny nose on her coat sleeve when it was snowing, stuck her head out of car windows the way dogs do, the wind fireworking her hair. That woman was gone now. Not that it was her fault. Vast fortunes did that to people. It took them to the cleaners, cruelly starched and steam-pressed them so all their raw edges, all the dirt and hunger and guileless laughter, were ironed out. Few survived real money.
I once asked him why he smoked the world's most expensive cigarette, and he told me it was because he was a man of wealth and taste, at least according to Mick Jagger.
There seem to be but three ways for a nation to acquire wealth. The first is by war...This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle, wrought by the hand of God in his favor, as a reward for his innocent life and his virtuous industry.
You are young, and rich, and have friends, and at such an age I know it is hard to die!
It's scented! Your wedding invitations are scented?""It's meant to be lavender.""No, Dex - it's money. It smells of money.
Wealth and power and life, all that men build up and guard with such effort, is only worth anything through the joy with which it can all be cast away.
Why ask for your daily bread when you own the bakery?
Growing up, I never felt deprived. I was always happy. It seems only lately I've started seeing everything I didn't have.
Income, that is the thing. I wish an income that will keep flowing into my purse whether I sit upon the wall or travel to far lands.
The rich feel much less need than their predecessors to account for their wealth, whether to society, to governments or to God. Their attitudes and values are not seriously challenged by anyone. The respect now shown for wealth and money-making has been the most fundamental change in Britain over four decades.
There was nothing wrong with having an expensive home, nothing wrong at all. There__ a pride in building something up, working hard to achieve something. But it shouldn__ have been his manhood that increased with each new success, it should have been his heart. His success was like the witch in __ansel and Gretel_ fairy tale: it fed him for all the wrong reasons, fattening him in all the wrong places. Dad deserved his success, he just needed a masterclass in humility. I could have done with one too. How special I thought I was in the silver Aston Martin in which he drove me to school some mornings. How special am I now, now that somebody bought it from a depot of reprocessed cars, for a fraction of the price. How special indeed