You have no facts in your pocketbook." "Yet we spend as freely as you," was Maud Brewster's contribution.
"More freely, because it costs you nothing." "And because we draw upon eternity," she retorted.
"Whether you do or think you do, it's the same thing.

You spend what you haven't got, and in return you get greater value from spending what you haven't got than I get from spending what I have got, and what I have sweated to get." "Why don't you change the basis of your coinage, then ?" she queried teasingly.
He looked at her quickly, half-hopefully, and then said, all regretfully: "Too late.

I'd like to, perhaps, but I can't.

My pocketbook is stuffed with the old coinage, and it's a stubborn thing.

I can never bring myself to recognize anything else as valid." He ceased speaking, and his gaze wandered absently past her and became lost in the placid sea.