A Quote by Juvenal

Money lost is bewailed with unfeigned tears. [Lat., Ploratur lacrimis amissa pecunia veris.]

Juvenal

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Lost Money Tears

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Juvenal
Roman - Poet
60 - 130

Endless money forms the sinews of war. [Lat., Nervi belli pecunia infinita.]

Marcus Tullius Cicero

All powerful money gives birth and beauty. [Lat., Et genus et formam regina pecunia donat.]

Horace

Money is to be sought for first of all; virtue after wealth. [Lat., Quaerenda pecunia primum est; virtus post nummos.]

Horace

Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.

Juvenal

The love of pelf increases with the pelf. [Lat., Crescit amor nummi quantum ipsa pecunia crescit.]

Juvenal

Adulterers, in the first stages of the church, were excommunicated forever, and unqualified all their lives for bearing a part in Christian assemblies, notwithstanding they might seek it with tears, and all the appearances of the most unfeigned repentance.

Joseph Addison

When money is lost, a little is lost. When time is lost, much more is lost. When health is lost, practically everything is lost. And when creative spirit is lost, there is nothing left.

Ernie J Zelinski

Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I count him lost, who is lost to shame. [Lat., Nam ego illum periisse duco, cui quidem periit pudor.]

Plautus

Money nowadays is money; money brings office; money gains friends; everywhere the poor man is down. [Lat., In pretio pretium nunc est; dat census honores, Census amicitias; pauper ubique jacet.]

Ovid

Money lost-nothing lost, Health lost-little lost, Spirit lost-everything lost.

Igor Sikorsky

Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred. A father, sister, and mother, were gained, and lost, in that one moment. Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain.