O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We Spaniards know a sickness of the heart that only gold can cure.
All the gold which is under or upon the earth is not enough to give in exchange for virtue.
The heart which finds life in material wealth is usually certain to go farther and seek for more in the satisfaction of base and sullen appetites.
If it were possible to cure evils by lamentation and to raise the dead with tears, then gold would be a less valuable thing than weeping.
The desire of gold is not for gold. It is for the means of freedom and benefit.
The human heart is as a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars.
The human heart is the same the world over.
Unlike curing cancer or heart disease, we already know how to beat hunger: food.
Gold is a treasure, and he who possesses it does all he wishes to in this world, and succeeds in helping souls into paradise.
There is something in humility which strangely exalts the heart.