From The Works and the Days of Hesiod, the second most ancient of Greek poets, according to the ancients themselves, a poem which ten years ago I started calling my favorite poem in any language:
εἰ γάρ κεν καὶ σμικρὸν ἐπὶ σμικρῷ καταθεῖο
καὶ θαμὰ τοῦτ’ ἔρδοις, τάχα κεν μέγα καὶ τὸ γένοιτο. vv. 361–362
For if you too should add a bit to a bit
And often do it, you’ll quickly have a lot.
None of us is any wealthier than anyone else. We each get twenty-four hours to spend each day, no more, no less. As Socrates said, I am not convinced a man is blessed if he has money, until I see how he disposes of it.
Thanks, dear reader, should you ever find me, for reminding me to work with love.