It takes money to make money, even begging. Humans are herd animals. If a stranger__ bleeding to death beside the road, most people won__ stop to offer a Band-Aid. But get the ball rolling with a couple Good Samaritans, and before you know it you__e got more eager philanthropists than you know what to do with.

What's the best way to make sure that the poor have a share in a country's growing wealth: Regulation? Taxes? Philanthropy?

All that work: his generous patronage of the arts, the vast sums of money he had donated to worthy causes, setting up charitable organizations . . . for what? In the end, none of those good works had redeemed him in the eyes of others. People think that men like me give money away to buy forgiveness for a sin or out of vanity, when it's the winner's pathetic tribute to the loser. Look at me, we seem to be begging, I need you too. I need you to accept me, to admire me, to love me.

You are only given one life, one chance at fully living it...take risks, believe in your dreams, explore the world and her people, live out loud!

Wealth without virtue is no harmless neighbor.

That day, I learned that I could be a giver by simply bringing a smile to another person. The ensuing years have taught me that a kind word, a vote of support is a charitable gift. I can move over and make another place for someone. I can turn my music up if it pleases, or down if it is annoying. I may never be known as a philanthropist, but I certainly am a lover of mankind, and I will give freely of my resources.