Witta feared nothing - except to be poor.

If he plays, being young and unskillful, For shekels of silver or gold, Take his money, my son praising Allah: The kid was ordained to be sold

Payday came and with it beer

What good is money if it can't buy happiness?

I know money isn't everything. but it certainly is something.

She discovered, when it was too late, that she had mistaken the means for the end—that riches, rightly used, are instruments of happiness, but are not in themselves happiness.