We have become 99 percent money mad. The method of living at home modestly and within our income, laying a little by systematically for the proverbial rainy day which is due to come, can almost be listed among the lost arts.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
There is something to be said for people who have to work hard, be creative, produce what they have with little - or no - means. Those of us from poor homes have the advantage of thinking for ourselves and of knowing that when times get hard, things could always be worse.
Money is a strange business. People who haven't got it aim it strongly. People who have are full of troubles.
I'll be blunt: Money's gotten buggy.
Constantly having to think about money is not nice. People used to say, 'Being rich doesn't make you happy'. And I'd think, 'I've got no electricity, nothing - tell that to my empty fridge'.
Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.
Money is a kind of poetry.
Money is the barometer of a society's virtue.
The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, as sages in all times assert; The happy man's without a shirt.
Money is everywhere but so is poetry. What we lack are the poets.