How can you live the high life if you do not wear the high heels?
I've been blessed to have enough to buy organic and have a house in Tahoe.
Got a house on the hill, cost a couple of mill, Juicy J got bank like Uncle Phil.
Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are, and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart, enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices
Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.
To say that I'm enjoying a millionaire's lifestyle-well, I can tell you, I guess a millionaire's income doesn't go very far these days.
The ruling class isn't dissatisfied: they are healthy, well-fed, live in beauty, enjoy their own importance: fun-loving cannibals.
I'm a rich man. To have everything you need is the definition of affluence.
Jews are the best dressers in the world. They buy the best clothes, the best homes, the best cars. The best of everything. The only thing is, they get it for less.
Rich people (in Australia) have swimming pools in their gardens but, at least, they do swim in them.
You know you're rich when you have to drive for a half hour to get to your house once you're on your property.
I also love lifestyles of the rich and famous and guess what? It's not unusual for me to sit in bed with my laptop and glass of wine, clicking through real estate slide shows on the New York Times website; looking at ungodly expensive homes I could not ever possibly afford.
What is called a high standard of living consists, in considerable measure, in arrangements for avoiding muscular energy, for increasing sensual pleasure and enhancing caloric intake above any conceivable nutritional requirement.
He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.
