A Quote by Francis Bacon

Money is like manure, of very little use except it be spread. — © Francis Bacon
Money is like manure, of very little use except it be spread.
Money is like manure. You have to spread it around or it smells.
Money is like manure. It stinks when you pile it; it grows when you spread it
Money is like manure: if you don't spread it around, nothing grows.
Money is like manure, its only good if you spread it around.
Money is like manure; it’s not worth a thing unless it’s spread around.
Money is like manure. It's most effective when it's spread around widely.
Money is like manure, you don't have to spread it around, you can just sell it to Potash Corp as fertilizer.
Money is like manure. If you spread it around, it does a lot of good, but if you pile it up in one place, it stinks like hell.
Money is like manure; it's not worth a thing unless it's spread around encouraging young things to grow.
All sorts of dung and compost contain some matter which, when mixed with the soil, ferments therein; and by such ferment dissolves, crumbles, and divides the earth very much. This is the chief and almost only use of dung. ... This proves, that its (manure) use is not to nourish, but to dissolve, i.e., divide the terrestrial matter, which affords nourishment to the Mouths of vegetable roots. His underestimate of the value of manure.
Grief is like manure, if you spread it out it fertilizes, if you leave it in a big pile it smells like crap.
International affairs is very much run like the mafia. The godfather does not accept disobedience, even from a small storekeeper who doesn't pay his protection money. You have to have obedience otherwise the idea can spread that you don't have to listen to the orders and it can spread to important places.
International affairs is very much run like the mafia. The godfather does not accept disobedience, even from a small storekeeper who doesn't pay his protection money. You have to have obedience; otherwise, the idea can spread that you don't have to listen to the orders, and it can spread to important places.
Man takes a great deal of pains to heap up riches, and they are but like heaps of manure in the furrows of the field, good for nothing unless they be spread.
The church is like manure. Pile it up, and it stinks up the neighborhood. Spread it out, and it enriches the world.
Rather, very, little, pretty - these are the leeches that infest the pond of prose, sucking the blood of words. The constant use of the adjective little (except to indicate size) is particularly debilitating; we should all try to do a little better, we should all be very watchful of this rule, for it is a rather important one, and we are pretty sure to violate it now and then.
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