It's easy to make money. You put up the sign Bank and someone walks in and hands you his money. The façade… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
If all the rich people in the world divided up their money among themselves, there wouldn't be enough to go around. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“What luck have I? I don’t suppose you’ll be anything but a cheap little accountant yourself—you haven’t any chance to make money… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
When people are collecting gold they aren't doing business. ... Gold is constipation: even bankruptcy is more fluid. Gold isn't wealth: positions… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
You want to be free and break new ground, speak your mind, fear no man, have the neighbours acknowledge that you're a… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
A bank is a confidence trick. If you put up the right signs, the wizards of finance themselves will come in and… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
No rich man is a patriot, no rich man is a friend. They have all only got one fatherland the Ritz-Carlton; and… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
The waste, the insane freaks of these money men, the cynicism and egotism of their life... I'll show that they are not… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog! — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
it's immoral to work to make money. There's something unlucky in it. You got to work for the work. You got to… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
Money is a jealous mistress If you want money you must want only money. ... I must tell you the one secret… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
If all the rich men in the world divided up their money amongst themselves, there wouldn't be enough to go around. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
money that is in billions and monopolies isn't money at all, because the people have none, and money is democratic, everyone has… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
All new money is made through the shifting of social classes and the dispossession of old classes. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“It is splendid—to be—loved! If we only—can—live up—to the thoughts—of us—by them—that love us!” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I’m afraid to write to your father: he criticizes my spelling,” sneered Henny. “And it appears I know nothing about geography. Hang his stuck-up… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“you do not know what she did not only to me but to the little children. She has tortured them, turned them against me,… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
To me, all the juice of a book is in an unpublished manuscript, and the published book is like a dead tree - just… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“Hair under the arms, for example, he said, should never be removed, for nature had put it there, and evidently it had some use.… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“A month before our marriage, I knew it would be a well-nigh hopeless union, yet so great is a young man’s idea of what… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“For a moment, after years of scamping, she felt the dread power of wifehood; they were locked in each other’s grasp till the end—the… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
Socialist writers are made of sterner stuff than those who only let their characters steeplechase through trouble in order to comeout first in the… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
