Vance Packard

The want of money is the root of all evil.

If you’re given a choice between money and sex appeal, take the money. As you get older, the money will become your sex appeal.

My problem lies in reconciling my gross habits with my net income.

I say, not in a braggadocios way, I’ve made billions and billions of dollars dealing with people all around the world.

I’ve earned all this money. I’ve worked for it. I didn’t cheat anybody. I didn’t issue junk bonds and put people out of work. I earned it. And I live relatively modestly given my level of success and wealth.

There is only one amount of money – just not enough!

Acting used to be how I paid the rent, but I sold a tequila company for a billion f**king dollars. I don’t need money.

Carpe per diem – seize the check.

Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.

The propensity to truck, barter and exchange one thing for another is common to all men, and to be found in no other race of animals.

Cocaine is God’s way of saying you’re making too much money.

His money is twice tainted: taint yours and taint mine.

Today, there are three kinds of people: the have’s, the have-not’s, and the have-not-paid-for-what-they-have’s.

A billion here, a billion there, sooner or later it adds up to real money.

I don’t mind that I’m fat. You still get the same money.