I despise a stingy man. I don't see how it is possible for a man to die
worth fifty millions of dollars or ten millions of dollars, in a city
full of want, when he meets almost every day the withered hand of
beggary and the white lips of famine. How a man can withstand all
that, and hold in the clutch of his greed twenty or thirty millions
of dollars, is past my comprehension. I do not see how he can do it. I
should not think he could do it any more than he could keep a pile of
lumber where hundreds and thousands of men were drowning in the sea. I
should not think he could do it. Do you know I have known men who would
trust their wives with their hearts and their honor, but not with their
pocketbook; not with a dollar. When I see a man of that kind I always
think he knows which of these articles is the most valuable.