Gold Quotes

The award of a pure gold medal for poetry would flatter the recipient unduly: no poem ever attains such carat purity.

Robert Graves

Yellow-colored objects appear to be gold

Aristotle

Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone As when the Organ's music rolls; No gold rewards, but song alone, The deeds of great and noble souls. [Ger., Hoch klingt das Lied vom braven Mann, Wie Orgelton und Glockenklang; Wer hohes Muths sich ruhmen kann Den lohnt nicht Gold, den lohnt Gesang.

Gottfried Augustus Burger

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions

Joseph Roux

Come forward, some great marshal, and organize equality in society, and your rod shall swallow up all the juggling old court gold-sticks

William Makepeace Thackeray

Praise, like gold and diamonds, owes its value only to its scarcity.

Samuel Johnson

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your gold and good health have vanished.

Og Mandingo

Gold, for the instant, lost its luster in his eyes, for there were countless treasures of the heart which it could never purchase.

Charles Dickens 1812

For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice--no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.

John Burroughs

Under this tree, where light and shade speckle the grass like a Thrush's breast, here in this green and quiet place I give myself to peace and rest. The peace of my contented mind, that is to me a wealth untold when the Moon has no more silver left, and the Sun's at the end of his gold.

W H Davies 1870

Gold cannot be pure, and people cannot be perfect.

Chinese Proverb

As the yellow gold is tried in fire, so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity.

Ovid

Genius, in one respect, is like gold; numbers of persons are constantly writing about both, who have neither.

Charles Caleb Colton

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost

You are debauched and shameless. You have spoken roses of me. And a dirty lickspittle. You crown me with lilies. And a parricide. You don't know that you are sprinkling me with gold. Certainly not so formerly, but with lead. But now this is an ornament to me.

Aristophanes