For after all, what is there behind, except money? Money for the right kind of education, money for influential friends, money for leisure and peace of mind, money for trips to Italy. Money writes books, money sells them. Give me not righteousness, O lord, give me money, only money.

George Orwell
About This Quote

This quote speaks to the desire for fame and fortune. Of course, money can't buy everything, but it can buy a lot of things. What we don't realize is that money doesn't make us happy or content. It's what we do with it that really counts.

Source: Keep The Aspidistra Flying

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