Wealth is only a benefit of the game of money. If you win, the money will be there.
If you look after the pennies, the dollars will look after themselves.
There may be some substitute for hard facts, but if there is, I have no idea what it can be.
Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of the ages through which they have passed.
There are no safeguards that can protect the emotional investor from himself.
I have no complex about wealth. I have worked very hard for my money; producing things people need.
Some people find oil. Others don’t.
The beauty one can find in art is one of the pitifully few real and lasting products of human endeavor.
My love of fine art increased – the more of it I saw, the more of it I wanted to see.
The rich are not born sceptical or cynical. They are made that way by events, circumstances.
You cannot further the Brotherhood of Man by encouraging class hatred.
Before marriage, many couples are very much like people rushing to catch an airplane; once aboard, they turn into passengers. They just sit there.
Rhetoric and dialectics can’t change what I have learned from observation and experience.
Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation.
What I learned at Oxford has been used to great advantage throughout my business career.
There are heads of royal families who control hereditary fortunes that defy comprehension.
Nationalized industries are notorious for their inability to operate at a profit.
During the 1950s, Aristotle Onassis and I formed what grew to be a close friendship and association in several business ventures.
My wealth is not a subject I relish discussing.
My yachts were, I suppose, outstanding status symbols.
Whether we like it or not, men and women are not the same in nature, temperament, emotions and emotional responses.