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Everyone wants to be financially secure, the problem is most people focus on "getting by" when they need to be focused on "getting rich."
— Hal Elrod
Do you think that the man-loving God has given you much so that you could use it only for your own benefit? No, but so that your abundance might supply the lack of others.
— St. John Chrysostom
We think we do so much for the poor, but it is they who make us rich
— Mother Teresa
God gave us the senses to let us feel the love in everyone's heart, not the illusions brought about by wealth.
— Steve Jobs
Don't you ever mind, she asked suddenly, not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?
— Edith Wharton
Under the glitter of their opportunities she saw the poverty of their achievement.
— Edith Wharton
Why must a girl pay so dearly for her least escape, Lily muses as she contemplates the prospect of being bored all afternoon by Percy Grice, dull but undeniably rich, on the bare chance that he might ultimately do her the honor of boring her for life?
— Edith Wharton
It had evidently not occurred to her as yet that those who consent to share the bread of adversity may want the whole cake of prosperity for themselves.
— Edith Wharton
Affluence, unless stimulated by a keen imagination, forms but the vaguest notion of the practical strain of poverty.
— Edith Wharton
After all, marriage is marriage, and money's money—both useful things in their way ...
— Edith Wharton
Undine's white and gold bedroom, with sea-green panels and old rose carpet, looked along Seventy-second Street toward the leafless tree-tops of the Central Park. She went to the window, and drawing back its many layers of lace gazed eastward down the long brownstone perspective. Beyond the Park lay Fifth Avenue—and Fifth Avenue was where she wanted to be!
— Edith Wharton
Then the house had been boldly planned with a ball-room, so that, instead of squeezing through a narrow passage to get to it (as at the Chiverses') one marched solemnly down a vista of enfiladed drawing-rooms (the sea-green, the crimson and the bouton d'or), seeing from afar the many-candled lustres reflected in the polished parquetry, and beyond that the depths of a conservatory where camellias and tree-ferns arched their costly foliage over seats of black and gold bamboo.
— Edith Wharton