The mentality with African and European people is different. In Africa, when you come from a difficult life, when it's not so easy to eat, not so easy to survive, you respect money when you start to earn it, and you respect people more. When you resp...
I love working with the Farrelly brothers. I'm a big fan and feel very lucky to have gotten to work with them a few times. One thing that I learned while working with them is that you have to keep your cell phone off when filming scenes, or you owe t...
Look, we know we screwed up when we were in the majority. We fell in love with power. We spent way too much money - especially on earmarks. There was too much corruption when we ran this place. We were guilty. And that's why we lost.
Personally, I think, so what? Money's just a thing and things change. That's what I've found. One minute something's really there, right next to you, and you can cuddle up to it. The next it just melts away, like a Hershey's kiss.
A man must love a thing very much if he practices it without any hope of fame or money, but even practice it without any hope of doing it well. Such a man must love the toils of the work more than any other man can love the rewards of it.
The Yorubas have a saying, here, my translation in English--a poor fool is a bigger fool rich. In other words, money only allows and enables you to be more of who you are. My bigger translation? You don't jump essence, you jump environs!
Let me leave you with a positive thought. William Shakespeare once wrote: “The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.” They call this the Hidden Economy and it is not based on greed or love of money, but on unconditional, se...
When building your dream job, do not just create a system to take your clients' and customers' money. Build a system that helps them succeed. Then you all succeed. It's a win/win scenario based on integrity and mutual respect.
Live conservatively. Save more than you spend. Diversify your assets. Don't be a slave to your possessions; they're only "things." Money & things are not who you are at your core. Your God-given talents define who you are, and what you offer.
I think the key indicator for wealth is not good grades, work ethic, or IQ. I believe it's relationships. Ask yourself two questions: How many people do I know, and how much ransom money could I get for each one?
Charlie Chaplin: [leaving a screening of one of his movies during the Depression, Chaplin and his wife are surrounded by homeless people. They ask for his autograph and he obliges them. As they leave, he sighes] I wish they'd asked me for my money.
[Rick has just allowed Jan and Annina Brandel to win at roulette in order to get money for their exit visas] Sascha: [kissing Rick on both cheeks] You have done a beautiful thing! Rick: [embarrassed] Get outta here, you crazy Russian!
Sal: Do your friends put money in your pocket, Pino? Food on your table, they pay your rent, a roof over your head? They're not your friends. If they were your friends they wouldn't laugh at you.
Henry Barthes: I am money, I change hands like the dollar bill, that has been rubbed by a lamp; Then a genie appeared and cried loudly, with volume; But the tears were all for myself, and that's where it all went wrong
Joe: [after saving Marisol and her family and giving them money] Marisol: Why do you do it for us? Joe: Why? I knew someone like you once. There was no one to there to help. Now get moving.
Bill Foster: You're Korean? Do you have any idea how much money my country has given your country? Mr. Lee: How much? Bill Foster: I don't know. But, it's gotta be a lot.
[speaking with the father of the girl he plans to marry, and after telling him that he's in hiding from some gangsters] Michael: Some people will pay a lot of money for that information; but then your daughter would lose a father, instead of gaining ...
Mammy: [about Belle Watling] Who dat? I ain't never seen hair that color before. Do you know a dyed haired woman? Scarlett: Wish I knew that one. She'd get my money for me!
George Bailey: Did you put the envelope in your pocket? Uncle Billy: Maybe, maybe, maybe. George Bailey: Maybe, maybe! I don't want any maybe, look we've got to find that money.
Big Chris: [after rear-ending Eddie outside of Harry's] You alright, mate? [Spots the bag of money he just gave to Harry in Eddie's lap] Big Chris: Cheeky bastard!
Sam: Why don't you just go and beg some money off my Dad, so you can move into some place decent, with a real kitchen and a real bathroom. George: I'd rather sell my nuts to a castrati.
