Mold has saved more lives than gold.

The discovery of gold has kept many people poor.

A man will cross mountains and rivers for a fleck of gold, but not sit once for nuggets of wisdom.

God is gold; pan, sluice, sift — behold.

The sun weeps and waters run, but we don’t know where gold is from.

In the sandbars of the soul settles love’s pure gold.

Love like placer gold, collects and rests in friendships old.

The gold worn off the wedding ring may be found glittering in the eyes of the old lover.

Gold is a lovely scarcity; the same is true of charity.

Gold can’t cure a cold nor keep the world from getting old.

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