Not at all do I trust augurs, who enrich the ears of others, so that they can enrich their own homes with gold.

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?

“When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.”

“When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.”

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

All the gold which is under or upon the earth is not enough to give in exchange for virtue.