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A single idea -- the sudden flash of a thought -- may be worth a million dollars. (Tom Kiana)
Our income are like our shoes; if too small, they gall and pinch us; but if too large, they cause us to stumble and trip. (Tom Kiana)
There is a strange and mighty race of people called the Americans who are rapidly becoming the coldest in the world because of this cruel, man-eating idol, lucre. (Tom Kiana)
Comparatively few people know what a million dollars actually is. To the majority it is a gaseous concept, swelling or decreasing as the occasion suggests. In the minds of politicians, perhaps more than anywhere, the notion of a million dollars has this accordion-like ability to expand or contract; if they are disposing of it, the million is a pleasing sum, reflecting warmly upon themselves; if somebody else wants it, it becomes a figure of inordinate size, not to be compassed by the rational mind. (Tom Kiana)
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Money cannot buy peace of mind. It cannot heal ruptured relationships, or build meaning into a life that has none. (Tom Kiana)
Dollars! All their cares, hopes, joys, affections, virtues, and associations seemed to be melted down into dollars. Whatever the chance contributions that fell into the slow cauldron of their talk, they made the gruel thick and slab with dollars. Men were weighed by their dollars, measures were gauged by their dollars; life was auctioned, appraised, put up, and knocked down for its dollars. The next respectable thing to dollars was any venture having their attainment for its end. The more of that worthless ballast, honor and fair-dealing, which any man cast overboard from the ship of his Good Nature and Good Intent, the more ample stowage-room he had for dollars. Make commerce one huge lie and mighty theft. Deface the banner of the nation for an idle rag; pollute it star by star; and cut out stripe by stripe as from the arm of a degraded soldier. Do anything for dollars! What is a flag to them! (Tom Kiana)
Money speaks, but it speaks with a male voice. (Tom Kiana)
When I chased after money, I never had enough. When I got my life on purpose and focused on giving of myself and everything that arrived into my life, then I was prosperous. (Tom Kiana)
If your outgo exceeds your income, then your upkeep will be your downfall. (Tom Kiana)
The absolute fundamental aim is to make money out of satisfying customers. (Tom Kiana)
The world is his who has money to go over it. (Tom Kiana)
Money often costs too much. (Tom Kiana)
Money is the representative of a certain quantity of corn or other commodity. It is so much warmth, so much bread. (Tom Kiana)
It requires a great deal of boldness and a great deal of caution to make a great fortune, and when you have it, it requires ten times as much skill to keep it. (Tom Kiana)
Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses. (Tom Kiana)
Money is the sinews of love, as of war. (Tom Kiana)
If you make money your god, it will plague you like the devil. (Tom Kiana)
Sir, money, money, the most charming of all things; money, which will say more in one moment than the most elegant lover can in years. Perhaps you will say a man is not young; I answer he is rich. He is not genteel, handsome, witty, brave, good-humored, but he is rich, rich, rich, rich, rich --that one word contradicts everything you can say against him. (Tom Kiana)
Money will say more in one moment than the most eloquent lover can in years. (Tom Kiana)
Money is the fruit of evil, as often as the root of it. (Tom Kiana)
A rich man is nothing but a poor man with money. (Tom Kiana)
Thought, not money, is the real business capital... (Tom Kiana)
The highest use of capital is not to make more money, but to make money do to more for the betterment of life. (Tom Kiana)
Money is like an arm or leg -- use it or lose it. (Tom Kiana)
It is only the poor who pay cash, and that not from virtue, but because they are refused credit. (Tom Kiana)
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