The other day I was forwarded a rant that included this excerpt:
“I drove a Porsche 911 Cabriolet, flew a Beechcraft Baron 58P, lived in a house on the lake in Tahoe that recently was listed for $10 million, had two boats on the lake and a 50 foot yacht in the Caribbean when I was 23 years old. Money, my friends, means nothing.”
I could not disagree more with that last desperate sentence. A speech (read) that backs my contention more eloquently than I could ever state myself. The best excerpt from that speech?
“Let me give you a tip on a clue to men’s characters: the man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it. “Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another–their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.