If a man is proud of his wealth, he should not be praised until it is known how he employs it.
The day, water, sun, moon, night – I do not have to purchase these things with money.
Bastions of wealth are no deference for the man who treads the grand altar of Justice down and out of sight.
First, have a definite, clear practical ideal; a goal, an objective. Second, have the necessary means to achieve your ends; wisdom, money, materials, and methods. Third, adjust all your means to that end.
If an ox be a goring ox, and it shown that he is a gorer, and he do not bind his horns, or fasten the ox up, and the ox gore a free-born man and kill him, the owner shall pay one-half a mina in money.
If while in a foreign country a man buy a male or female slave belonging to another of his own country; if when he return home the owner of the male or female slave recognize it: if the male or female slave be a native of the country, he shall give them back without any money.
The goddess of wealth comes of Her own accord where fools are not respected, grain is well stored up and the husband and wife do not quarrel.
Your wealth is where your friends are.
If you marry a monkey for his wealth, the money goes and the monkey remains as is.
I say no wealth is worth my life! Not all they claim was stored in the depths of Troy, that city built on riches, in the old days of peace before the sons of Achaea came- not all the gold held fast in the Archer’s rocky vaults, in Phoebus Apollo’s house on Pytho’s sheer cliffs! Cattle and fat sheep can all be had for the raiding, tripods all for the trading, and tawny-headed stallions. But a man’s life breath cannot come back again- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man’s clenched teeth. Mother tells me, the immortal goddess Thetis with her glistening feet, that two fates bear me on to the day of death. If I hold out here and I lay siege to Troy, my journey home is gone, but my glory never dies. If I voyage back to the fatherland I love, my pride, my glory dies… true, but the life that’s left me will be long, the stroke of death will not come on me quickly.
If any one hire a ferryboat, he shall pay three gerahs in money per day.
Money-makers are tiresome company, as they have no standard but cash value.