Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.

I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.

Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?

Let my heart be wise. It is the gods' best gift.

If we could be twice young and twice old we could correct all our mistakes.

Few have greater riches than the joy That comes to us in visions, In dreams which nobody can take away.

No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will.