A Quote by Austin O'Malley

Wealth is a tide which flows into one place by ebbing from another. — © Austin O'Malley
Wealth is a tide which flows into one place by ebbing from another.
Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.
I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.
For no mortal ever attains to blessedness. One may be luckier than another when wealth flows his way, but blessed never.
Tide flowing is feared, for many a thing, Great danger to such as be sick, it doth bring; Sea ebb, by long ebbing, some respite doth give, And sendeth good comfort, to such as shall live.
Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people, or He would protect them.
There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.
Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
There will be strange ebbs and flows in the tide of race feelings.
As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.
The eternal tide flows hid in Living Bread. That with its Heavenly Life too be fed.
Stay in one place too long and the tide can overwhelm you. Ride the tide, surf the waves, stay on top of the changes.
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The great weakness of the West is that it has nothing with which to inspire loyalty except wealth. But what is wealth? Another washing machine, a bigger car, a nicer house to live in? Not much to feed the spirit in all that.
A mortal lives not through that breath that flows in and that flows out. The source of his life is another and this causes the breath to flow.
Precept is instruction written in the sand; the tide flows over it and the record is gone; example is graven on the rock, and the lesson is not soon lost.
Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.
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