Quotes
Quotes about Gold
Gold is a vain and foolish fancy. [Fr., L'or est une chimere.]
I see, the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold; and no man that hath a name, By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish overcareful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care. Their bones with industry. For this they have engrossed and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises.
Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me, Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold; For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
(Portia:) A quarrel ho! already! What's the matter? (Gratiano:) About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring That she did give me, whose posy was For all the world like cutler's poetry Upon a knife--'Love me, and leave me not.'
You have a choice between the natural stability of gold and the honesty and intelligence of the members of government. And with all due respect for those gentlemen, I advise you, as long as the capitalist system lasts, vote for gold.
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, The signet of its all-enslaving power Upon a shining ore, and called it gold; Before whose image bow the vulgar great, The vainly rich, the miserable proud, The mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings, And with blind feelings reverence the power That grinds them to the dust of misery. But in the temple of their hireling hearts Gold is a living god, and rules in scorn All earthly things but virtue.
Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to do? [Lat., Quid non mortalia pectora cogis, Auri sacra fames?]
A mask of gold hides all deformities.
An ass is but an ass, though laden with gold.
Gold and silver from the dead turn often into lead.
Speech is silver; silence is golden.
It is much better to have your gold in the hand than in the heart.
Truth comes to us from the past, then, like gold washed down from the mountains.
Though wisdom cannot be gotten with gold, still less can it be gotten without it.
The man who treasures his friends is usually solid gold himself.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
The man who works for the gold in the job rather than for the money in the pay envelope, is the fellow who gets on.
Gold's father is dirt, yet it regards itself as noble.
There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell:.
Gold will be slave or master.
Gold has worked down from Alexander's time ... When something holds good for two thousand years I do not believe it can be so because of prejudice or mistaken theory.
Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.
Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!
