Love is always a stranger in the house of avarice.

Even if the whole earth and sea were turned to gold, they could hardly satisfy the avarice of a woman... You can more easily scratch a diamond with your fingernail than you can by any human ingenuity get a woman to consent to giving any of her savings.

If out of all mankind one finds a single friend, he has found something more precious than any treasure, since there is nothing in the world so valuable that it can be compared to a real friend.

If your house is really a mess and a stranger comes to the door greet him with, "Who could have done this? we have no enemies

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

Avarice is a closed door, you don't know what's happening behind it, & before knocking you feel anxious.