Barbara Mertz Quotes

A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.

Although I believe that scripture is divinely inspired and infallible, I have a hard time going along with the belief that the whole creation process occurred in six twenty-four hour days.

Who values gold above all, considers all else as trifling.

Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.

The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames

Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold.

Gold thou mayst safely touch; but if it stick Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick.

Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.

What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold! Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold.

The miser puts his gold pieces into a coffer; but as soon as the coffer is closed, it is as if it were empty.

Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell >From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.

Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long, 'Tis not with me exactly so; But 'tis so in the song. My wants are many, and, if told, Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still should long for more.

Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.

I have serious problems with fundamentalist Christians and their creationist theories. Although I believe that scripture is divinely inspired and infallible, I have a hard time going along with the belief that the whole creation process occurred in six twenty-four hour days. My skepticism is due, in part, to the fact that the Bible says that the sun wasn’t created until the fourth day of creation (Genesis 1:16-19). I have a hard time figuring how twenty-four hour days could have been measured before that.

The accursed hunger for gold.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

The love of money grows as the money itself grows.

The lust of gold succeeds the rage of conquest; The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! The last corruption of degenerate man.

Avarice is insatiable, and is always pushing on for more.

The covetous man is always poor.

the truly covetous have never enough!

Covetousnesse breaks the bag.

The accumulation of wealth is followed by an increase of care, and by an appetite for more.

The miserable think that what they have is never enough. Like the Little Mermaid, who owned no more than twenty thingamabobs, they say, "But who cares, no big deal, I want MORE." (How could you be miserable with twenty thingamabobs?)