A Quote by Daymond John

My mother said, "Money is a great slave but a horrible master." It was her version of a French proverb. — © Daymond John
My mother said, "Money is a great slave but a horrible master." It was her version of a French proverb.
Money is the excellent slave and a horrible master.
[The married woman is] is a bonded slave, who takes her master's name, her master's bread, and serves her master's passion; [and] who passes through the ordeal of pregnancy and the throes of travail at his dictation.
Artists have a double relationship towards nature: they are her master and her slave at the same time. They are her slave in so far as they must work with means of this world so as to be understood; her master in so far as they subject these means to their higher goals and make them subservient to them.
All you have to do is go back to slavery - days, and there were two types of slaves, the house slave and the field slave. The house slave was the one who believed in the master, who had confidence in the master and usually was very friendly with the master. And usually he was also used by the master to try and keep the other slaves pacified.
A man in love ... is the master, so it seems, but only if his lady friend permits it! The need to interchange the roles of slave and master for the sake of the relationship is never more clearly demonstrated than in the course of an affair. Never is the complicity between victim and executioner more essential. Even chained, down on her knees, begging for mercy, it is the woman, finally, who is in command ... the all powerful slave, dragging herself along the ground at her master's heels, is now really the god. The man is only her priest, living in fear and trembling of her displeasure.
Slave girls on Gor address all free men as Master, though, of course only one such would be her true Master.
When the master has come to do everything through the slave, the slave becomes his master, since he cannot live without him.
There are very few women from my mother's generation who worked like that, who just kept a career going all her life and raised children and had horrible relationships and lost all her money and got it back again.
She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.
Formerly the master selected the slave; today the slave selects his master.
The artist has a twofold relation to nature; he is at once her master and her slave.
The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.
Be your money's master, not its slave.
The French are not rude. They just happen to hate you. But that is no reason to bypass this beautiful country, whose master chefs have a well-deserved worldwide reputation for trying to trick people into eating snails. Nobody is sure how this got started. Probably a couple of French master chefs were standing around one day, and they found a snail, and one of them said: 'I bet that if we called this something like `escargot,' tourists would eat it.' Then they had hearty laugh, because 'escargot' is the French word for 'fat crawling bag of phlegm.'
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
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