Lord, I do not ask that thou shouldst give me wealth; only show me where it is, and I will attend to the rest.

We are a commercial people. We cannot boast of our arts, our crafts, our cultivation; our boast is in the wealth we produce.

It is no longer a government of the people, by the people, and for the people, but a government of Wall Street, by Wall Street, and for Wall Street.

The merchant always has fresh losses to expect, and the dread of base poverty forbids his rest.

A merchant may, perhaps, be a man of an enlarged mind, but there is nothing in trade connected with an enlarged mind.

Yes to a market economy, no to a market society.

Everyone lives by selling something.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

A merchant shall hardly keep himself from doing wrong.

Money is a language for translating the work of the farmer into the work of the barber, doctor, engineer, or plumber.

A shopkeeper will never get the more custom by beating his customers; and what is true of a shopkeeper is true of a shopkeeping nation.

Profit is profit even in Mecca.

More pernicious nonsense was never devised by man than treaties of commerce.