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    The Richest Man in Babylon: The Success Secrets of the Ancients
    The Richest Man in Babylon: The Success Secrets of the Ancients
    The Richest Man in Babylon: The Success Secrets of the Ancients
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    The Richest Man in Babylon: The Success Secrets of the Ancients

    By George S. Clason

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    Read by millions, this classic offers today's readers a path to success, prosperity, and happiness. Easy to read stories packed with wisdom use parables set 6,000 years ago in ancient Babylon.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIxia Press
    Release dateMay 25, 2022
    ISBN9780486850931
    The Richest Man in Babylon: The Success Secrets of the Ancients
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    George S. Clason

    Born in 1874, George S. Clason founded two publishing companies and was the first to publish a road atlas of North America. He is best known for writing a series of pamphlets advising readers on finding financial success, which were later compiled to form the classic bestseller The Richest Man in Babylon.

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    • 4/5
      Good book. It is also a quick read. However, much of the wisdom that he shares is already abundant and the challenge is not in what to do to but acquiring the discipline to do it. I only wish the conversational language was a little simpler.
    • 2/5
      Although I know this book is considered a classic, I didn't find it very helpful. There was nothing in it that is new to me. For someone who is just learning to manage their money, it might be a helpful book.
    • 3/5
      This book used a fable format to impart financial advice. It was a good way to get you to think about your finances from another point of view.
    • 4/5
      Parables about money management set in ancient Babylon, that were originally released as individual pamphlets and distributed by banks & insurance companies. I had seen this recommended a lot on the Motley Fool boards, and I can see why. Read this book to learn the secrets of making your gold into a hardworking slave.
    • 4/5
      Great beginning primer on basic financial management
    • 5/5
      Babylon a city dating back to 1792 BC. In this book the author states that several number of stone tablets were unearthed through excavation about the city of Babylon these tablets did not just detail the everyday lives of Babylonians but gave advise on how to manage and invest ones money in order to produce wealth. Lessons which are still as viable today as they were back in Babylonian times.
    • 5/5
      I enjoyed reading the book. A classic novel on the timeless principles of personal finances. I believe all young adults just starting out on their own should read this book. It also is a good read for those who desire to take back control of their financial but don't know where to start.
    • 5/5
      It was a nice, short read that concisely summarizes a lot of other financial books I've read. I highly recommend it to anyone interested in fixing their financial situation.
    • 5/5
      5 Stars. Inspiring. An excellent quick read about business thinking and money management. Really basic powerful principles. This book provides so much wisdom. I highly recommend.
    • 5/5
      This book outlines 5 easy steps to financial freedom. The book makes these principles easy to understand and entertaining. I recommend it to everyone for a good read and 5 big takeaway lessons.
    • 4/5
      This book provides the reader with sound financial advise all the while being disguised as ancient parables. The advice is practical, and is easy enough for anyone to follow in establishing ones own financial freedom.

      The steps to follow are all there in black and white. I found myself nodding in agreement as I read this book. I only have one problem.......I am not financially stable. Why you may ask? I never practiced what I read. Shame on me. Hmph!!

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    The Richest Man in Babylon - George S. Clason

    FOREWARD

    Our prosperity as a nation depends upon the personal financial prosperity of each of us as individuals.

    This book deals with the personal successes of each of us. Success means accomplishments as the result of our own efforts and abilities. Proper preparation is the key to our success. Our acts can be no wiser than our thoughts. Our thinking can be no wiser than our understanding.

    This book of cures for lean purses has been termed a guide to financial understanding. That, indeed, is its purpose: to offer those who are ambitious for financial success an insight which will aid them to acquire money, to keep money and to make their surpluses earn more money.

    In the pages which follow, we are taken back to Babylon, the cradle in which was nurtured the basic principles of finance now recognized and used the world over.

    To new readers the author is happy to extend the wish that its pages may contain for them the same inspiration for growing bank accounts, greater financial successes and the solution of difficult personal financial problems so enthusiastically reported by readers from coast to coast.

    To the business executives who have distributed these tales in such generous quantities to friends, relatives, employees and associates, the author takes this opportunity to express his gratitude. No endorsement could be higher than that of practical men who appreciate its teachings because they, themselves, have worked up to important successes by applying the very principles it advocates.

    Babylon became the wealthiest city of the ancient world because its citizens were the richest people of their time. They appreciated the value of money. They practiced sound financial principles in acquiring money, keeping money and making their money earn more money. They provided for themselves what we all desire . . . incomes for the future.

    G. S. C

    The

    Richest Man

    in Babylon

    Money is the medium by which earthly success is measured.

    Money makes possible the enjoyment of the best the earth affords.

    Money is plentiful for those who understand the simple laws which govern its acquisition.

    Money is governed today by the same laws which controlled it when prosperous men thronged the streets of Babylon, six thousand years ago.

    THE MAN WHO DESIRED GOLD

    Bansir, the chariot builder of Babylon, was thoroughly discouraged. From his seat upon the low wall surrounding his property, he gazed sadly at his simple home and the open workshop in which stood a partially completed chariot.

    His wife frequently appeared at the open door. Her furtive glances in his direction reminded him that the meal bag was almost empty and he should be at work finishing the chariot, hammering and hewing, polishing and painting, stretching taut the leather over the wheel rims, preparing it for delivery so he could collect from his wealthy customer.

    Nevertheless, his fat, muscular body sat stolidly upon the wall. His slow mind was struggling patiently with a problem for which he could find no answer. The hot, tropical sun, so typical of this valley of the Euphrates, beat down upon him mercilessly. Beads of perspiration formed upon his brow and trickled down unnoticed to lose themselves in the hairy jungle on his chest.

    Beyond his home towered the high terraced walls surrounding the king’s palace. Nearby, cleaving the blue heavens, was the painted tower of the Temple of Bel. In the shadow of such grandeur was his simple home and many others far less neat and well cared for. Babylon was like this—a mixture of grandeur and squalor, of dazzling wealth and direst poverty, crowded together without plan or system within the protecting walls of the city.

    Behind him, had he cared to turn and look, the noisy chariots of the rich jostled and crowded aside the sandaled tradesmen as well as the barefooted beggars. Even the rich were forced to turn into the gutters to clear the way for the long lines of slave water carriers, on the King’s Business, each bearing a heavy goatskin of water to be poured upon the hanging gardens.

    Bansir was too engrossed in his own problem to hear or heed the confused hubbub of the busy city. It was the unexpected twanging of the strings from a familiar lyre that aroused him from his reverie. He turned and looked into the sensitive, smiling face of his best friend—Kobbi, the musician.

    May the Gods bless thee with great liberality, my good friend, began Kobbi with an elaborate salute. Yet, it does appear they have already been so generous thou needest not to labor. I rejoice with thee in thy good fortune. More, I would even share it with thee. Pray, from thy purse which must be bulging else thou wouldst be busy in yon shop, extract but two humble shekels and lend them to me until after the noblemen’s feast this night. Thou wilt not miss them ere they are returned.

    If I did have two shekels, Bansir responded gloomily, to no one could I lend them—not even to you, my best of friends; for they would be my fortune—my entire fortune. No one lends his entire fortune, not even to his best friend.

    What, exclaimed Kobbi with genuine surprise, Thou hast not one shekel in thy purse, yet sit like a statue upon a wall! Why not complete that chariot? How else canst thou provide for thy noble appetite? ’Tis not like thee, my friend. Where is thy endless energy? Doth something distress thee? Have the Gods brought to thee troubles?

    A torment from the Gods it must be, Bansir agreed. It began with a dream, a senseless dream, in which I thought I was a man of means. From my belt hung a handsome purse, heavy with coins. There were shekels which I cast with careless freedom to the beggars; there were pieces of silver with which I did buy finery for my wife and whatever I did desire for myself; there were pieces of gold which made me feel assured of the future and unafraid to spend the silver. A glorious feeling of contentment was within me! You would not have known me for thy hard-working friend. Nor wouldst have known my wife, so free from wrinkles was her face and shining with happiness. She was again the smiling maiden of our early married days.

    A pleasant dream, indeed, commented Kobbi, but why should such pleasant feelings as it aroused turn thee into a glum statue upon the wall?

    "Why, indeed! Because when I awoke and remembered how empty was my purse, a feeling of rebellion swept over me. Let us talk it over together, for, as the sailors do say, we ride in the same boat, we two. As youngsters, we went together to the priests to learn wisdom. As young men, we shared each other’s pleasures. As grown men, we have always been close friends. We have been contented subjects of our kind. We have been satisfied to work long hours and spend our earnings freely. We have earned much coin in the years that have passed, yet to know the joys that come from wealth, we must dream about them. Bah! Are we more than dumb sheep? We live in the richest city in all the world. The travelers do say none equals it in wealth. About us is much display of wealth, but of it we ourselves have naught. After half a lifetime of hard labor, thou, my best of friends, hast an empty purse and sayest to me, ‘May I borrow such a trifle as two shekels until after the noblemen’s feast this night?’ Then, what do I reply? Do I say, ‘Here is my purse; its contents will I gladly share?’ No, I admit that my purse is as empty as thine. What is the matter? Why cannot we acquire silver and gold—more than enough for food and robes?

    Consider, also, our sons, Bansir continued, are they not following in the footsteps of their fathers? Need they and their families and their sons and their sons’ families live all their lives in the midst of such treasurers of gold, and yet, like us, be content to banquet upon sour goat’s milk and porridge?

    Never, in all the years of our friendship, didst thou talk like this before, Bansir. Kobbi was puzzled.

    Never in all those years did I think like this before. From early dawn until darkness stopped me, I have labored to build the finest chariots any man could make, soft-heartedly hoping some day the Gods would recognize my worthy deeds and bestow upon me great prosperity. This they have never done. At last, I realize this they will never do. Therefore, my heart is sad. I wish to be a man of means. I wish to own lands and cattle, to have fine robes and coins in my purse. I am willing to work for these things with all the strength in my back, with all the skill in my hands, with all the cunning in my mind, but I wish my labors to be fairly rewarded. What is the matter with us? Again I ask you! Why cannot we have our just share of the good things so plentiful for those who have the gold with which to buy them?

    Would I knew an answer! Kobbi replied. No better than thou am I satisfied. My earnings from my lyre are quickly gone. Often must I plan and scheme that my family be not hungry. Also, within my breast is a deep longing for a lyre large enough that it may truly sing the strains of music that do surge through my mind. With such an instrument could I make music finer than even the king has heard before.

    Such a lyre thou shouldst have. No man in all Babylon could make it sing more sweetly; could make it sing so sweetly, not only the king but the Gods themselves would be delighted. But how mayest thou secure it while we both of us are as poor as the king’s slaves? Listen to the bell! Here they come. He pointed to the long column of half-naked, sweating water bearers plodding laboriously up the narrow street from the river. Five abreast they marched, each bent under a heavy goatskin of water.

    A fine figure of a man, he who doth lead them. Kobbi indicated the wearer of the bell who marched in front without a load. "A prominent man in his own country, ’tis easy to see.

    There are many good figures in the line, Bansir agreed, as good men as we. Tall, blond men from the north, laughing black men from the south, little brown men from the nearer countries. All marching together from the river to the gardens, back and forth, day after day, year after year Naught of happiness to look forward to. Beds of straw upon which to sleep—hard grain porridge to eat. Pity the poor brutes, Kobbi!

    Pity them I do. Yet, thou dost make me see how little better off are we, free men though we call ourselves.

    That is truth, Kobbi, unpleasant thought though it be. We do not wish to go on year after year living slavish lives. Working, working, working! Getting nowhere.

    Might we not find out how others acquire gold and do as they do? Kobbi inquired.

    Perhaps there is some secret we might learn if we but sought from those who knew, replied Bansir thoughtfully.

    This very day, suggested Kobbi, I did pass our old friend, Arkad, riding in his golden chariot. This I will say, he did not look over my humble head as many in his station might consider his right. Instead, he did wave his hand that all onlookers might see him pay greetings and bestow his smile of friendship upon Kobbi, the musician.

    He is claimed to be the richest man in all Babylon, Ban-sir mused.

    So rich the king is said to seek his golden aid in affairs of the treasury, Kobbi replied.

    So rich, Bansir interrupted, "I fear if I should meet

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