Quote by Henry James

Money's a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet.

Money's a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to me

Summary

This quote implies that while it may not be wise to prioritize money as the main driving force in life ("a horrid thing to follow"), encountering money unexpectedly can be enjoyable and enticing ("a charming thing to meet"). It suggests that while the pursuit of money can lead to negative consequences, stumbling upon wealth or having financial success can be alluring and exciting. In essence, it highlights the conflicting nature of money, as it can be both perceived as a burden and a delightful surprise.

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