He, Richard, would never know love or friendship--nothing better than a world's greed would he know.

Announce his millions, and he would have no existence, no identity, no name; all would be merged in those millions.
He would never be given a friendship; he must purchase it.

He would never be given a woman's love; he must buy her love! "Thus was I demon-haunted of my own gold," said Richard.

"It seemed to stand between me and all my heart went hungry for.

That was my feeling; I was galled of money.