I know he's rich. He knows he's rich, too.

He who is contented is rich.

I am as happy,' said he, 'as a kingk, enchoying himsellef in his harem mit his queens.

He said it as if ‘very rich’ was a nationality; as perhaps it is.

When you're rich, 'crazy' is just 'eccentric'.

Oh––isn’t it lovely? That’s the one I want when we are rich!’ Her eyes were bright, her lips parted

They loved him, I think, because, with all his merits, he showed them to be rich: looking at his portraits, they understood at last how rich they really were.

'There is a major difference between you and me,' I told him. 'Yes, I am rich. But you are wealthy. And that is why you can buy such (expensive jewelry (for your wife and why I cannot.'

He is wealthy enough, that wanteth not: he is great enough, that is his own master: he is happy enough, that lives to die well.

The wealthy man is not he who has money, but he who has the means to live in the luxurious state of early spring.

致富光荣 (zhìfù guāngróng: To get rich is glorious!)

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

I am happy because for someone to be abroad and come home to build a house, he deserves to be praised and appreciated.

He wedded a wife of richest dower, Who lived for fashion, as he for power. Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow, He watched a picture come and go: And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes Looked out in their innocent surprise.