You know, people make a lot of money talking about me, don't they?

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

A dollar picked up in the road is more satisfaction to you than the ninety-and -nine which you had to work for, and money won at faro or in stock snuggles into your heart in the same way.

Anything that makes us forget who we are and what we want; that way we can work in order to produce, reproduce, and earn money.

I'd hate to say, if I wasn't running, the television networks would be doing less than half the business.

What Englishman will give his mind to politics as long as he can afford to keep a motor car?

When the worldly toys in which we foolishly place our hopes for happiness are taken away from us, our foolishness is also taken away, and this brings us closer to true happiness, which is not in worldly things but in wisdom.

Hence man never desires infinite meat, or infinite drink. . . . But non-natural concupiscence is altogether infinite . . . Hence he that desires riches, may desire to be rich not up to a certain limit but to be simply as rich as possible (I-II,30,4).

Greed for the things money can buy ("natural wealth") is a bad thing, but it is finite. You can only enjoy a finite amount of food or drink, houses or cars, or even sex. But greed for money ("artificial wealth") is infinite. You can always want more. It's like a drug: you have to have higher and higher doses of it to give you the same "buzz" you used to get from little bits of it. And this never stops. It is Hell's false infinite.

2. Greed, or acquisitive desire.

Success isn't about things we acquire.

The only point in making money is, you can tell some big shot where to go.