Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.

From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up.

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

Great contest follows, and much learned dust Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, And truth disclaiming both.

Keeping up with the Joneses was a full-time job with my mother and father. It was not until many years later when I lived alone that I realized how much cheape…

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

Money and goods are certainly the best of references.