To me, the brightest and most colorful garden looks dull and dreary without you in it. Have a wonderful day!!!
Good Morning. Life, family, and friends are worth more than all the money in the world.
Money is not real wealth. It can’t buy love and friendship. So I don’t run for the money in the morning but I wish you a good morning to buy precious love from you, my friend.
We are living in a colorful world. Yellow color of sun, green grass, and blue sky fills our life with colors. May your day as colorful as nature.
The radiant colors of the sun are not as dreamy as the hugs and kisses you gave me. You are my best dream ever that came true. Good Morning dear.
I like the way morning light hits your eyes and turns it into a color that doesn’t exist anywhere else other than in this moment. I want it all.
I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.
Black is such a happy color.
So you think that money is the root of all evil. Have you ever asked what is the root of all money?
Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter.
Money is only a tool. It will take you wherever you wish, but it will not replace you as the driver.
Money is the barometer of a society’s virtue.
Money demands that you sell, not your weakness to men’s stupidity, but your talent to their reason.
Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
Poverty is multidimensional. It extends beyond money incomes to education, health care, political participation, and advancement of one’s own culture and social organization.
Money is human happiness in the abstract; and so the man who is no longer capable of enjoying such happiness in the concrete, sets his whole heart on money.
Because people have no thoughts to deal with, they deal cards, and try and win one another’s money. Idiots!
I started flying because I had a fear of it early on. I figured if I learned to fly, I would understand better what was happening and started taking lessons in the late 1950’s, once I had made some money on tour.
Wealth–the most excellent of all gods.
If a man owes me money, I never seem to forget. But if I do the owing, I somehow never remember.