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I love money. I love everything about it. I bought some pretty good stuff. Got me a $300 pair of socks. Got a fur sink. An electric dog polisher. A gasoline powered turtleneck sweater. And, of course, I bought some dumb stuff, too.

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

If money is your hope for independence you will never have it. The only real security that a man will have in this world is a reserve of knowledge, experience, and ability.

Wealth is not his that has it, but his that enjoys it.

When people are frightened about going hungry and paying their mortgages, a scarcity model begins to prevail; they fear someone else will get their piece of the pie.

I would never read a book if it were possible for me to talk half an hour with the man who wrote it.