hIdden tReasure!
A miser hid his gold at the foot of a tree in his garden. Every week he would dig it up and look at it for hours. One day a thief dug up the gold and made off with it. When the miser next came to gaze upon the treasure all he found was an empty hole.
The man began to howl with grief so his neighbors came running to find out what the trouble was. When they found out, one of them asked, “Did you use any of the gold?”
“No,” said the miser. “I only looked at it every week.”
“Well, then,” said the neighbor, “for all the good the gold did you, you might just as well come every week and gaze upon the hole.”
It is not by our money
but by our capacity for enjoyment
that we are rich or poor.
To strive for wealth
and have no capacity for enjoyment
is to be like the bald man
who struggles to collect combs