To part with money is a sacrifice beyond almost all men endowed with a sense of order. There is scarcely any man alive who does not think himself mer… - William Makepeace Thackeray
" "To part with money is a sacrifice beyond almost all men endowed with a sense of order. There is scarcely any man alive who does not think himself meritorious for giving his neighbour five pounds. Thriftless gives, not from a beneficent pleasure in giving, but from a lazy delight in spending. He would not deny himself one enjoyment; not his opera-stall, not his horse, not his dinner, not even the pleasure of giving Lazarus the five pounds. Thrifty, who is good, wise, just, and owes no man a penny, turns from a beggar, haggles with a hackney-coachman, or denies a poor relation, and I doubt which is the most selfish of the two. Money has only a different value in the eyes of each.
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About William Makepeace Thackeray
William Makepeace Thackeray (18 July 1811 – 24 December 1863) was an English Victorian novelist and illustrator, known for his satirical works.
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