As favor and riches forsake a man, we discover in him the foolishness they concealed, and which no one perceived before.
That which seems to be wealth may in verity be only the gilded index of far reaching ruin
Whenever money is in the game, it can suffocate anything and anyone else, and I think people have been misled by money, or the dream of money, or selling the dream that if you've made it money-wise, you've made a life. Which is a lie. You don't get happiness by money.
Nothing is more fallacious than wealth. To-day it is for thee; tomorrow it is against thee. It arms the eyes of the envious every where. It is a hostile comrade, a domestic enemy.
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give.
The Rich knowes not who is his friend. [The rich knows not who is his friend.]
You know if you let me write $200 billion worth of hot checks, I could also give you the illusion of prosperity.
Referring to the $200 billion deficit created under his opponent's administration:
Conservatism is affluent and openhanded, but there is a cunning juggle in riches. I observe that they take somewhat for everythingthey give. I look bigger, but am less; I have more clothes, but am nit so warm; more armor, but less courage; more books, but less wit.
You can tell when someone on TV who's supposed to be struggling to pay back loans is clearly wearing a Gucci suit or tailored to perfection.