The sun rises and the whole world runs after wealth.

One day’s stash is the next day’s trash.

For a deal, the people reel.

Free costs.

Double bubbles; triple cripples.

Older lies in the eye of the withholder.

Only the sick know the worth of well.

Gold is an extolled type of mold.

The wealth of the world was lost the first time someone died for it.

Stuff is duff and puff; the soul is quite enough.

Dollars find their way to scholars.

Emotion rules the attribution of value.

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