Life is more than gold . . . and great honour is better than both.

Your life is worth much more than gold.

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

You may think life is sweet now, but when death is a heartbeat away then life becomes unbearably desirable. And when you survive, everything you do will be enhanced and filled with greater joy: the sunlight, the breeze, a good wine, a woman's lips, a child's laughter.

Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor.

A disposition to dwell on the bright side of character, is like gold to the possessor.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. Dwell in possibility. Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.

What will we do with gold?" "It is better to eat nettles and satisfy our souls,"

Silver’s sweet and gold’s our mother, but once you’re dead they’re worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.

The experience of this sweet life.

Now in the middle of my days I glean
this truth that has a flower's freshness:
life is the gold and sweetness of wheat,
hate is brief and love immense.