Money supplied not only the necessities of life but also its luxuries, everything the material desire craved for, and so long as money had this magic purchasing power, so long would men lie and cheat and rob and kill for its possession.

Was life worth living without money?
Could one travel and enjoy the glorious spectacles Nature affords--the rolling ocean, the majestic mountains, the beautiful lakes, the noble rivers--without money?
Could the book-lover buy books, the art-lover purchase pictures?
Could one have fine houses to live in, or all sorts of modern conveniences to add to one's comfort, without money?
The philosophers declared contentment to be happiness, arguing that the hod-carrier was likely to be happier in his hut than the millionaire in his palace; but was not that mere animal contentment, the happiness which knows no higher state, the ignorance of one whose eyes have never been raised to the heights?
No, Jefferson was no fool.

He loved money for what pleasure, intellectual or physical, it could give him, but he would never allow money to dominate his life as his father had done.

His father, he knew well, was not a happy man, neither happy himself nor respected by the world.

He had toiled all his life to make his vast fortune and now he toiled to take care of it.