Money is the root of all wealth.
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
-- T. S. Eliot, "Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
Success is in the minds of Fools.
-- William Wrenshaw, 1578
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