"Yes," Arkad replied. "But a few coppers today become a handful of silver in a year. A handful of silver becomes a pouch of gold in ten years. This is the first law: pay yourself first ."
Bansir shook his head. "But I tried once. I gave my savings to a jewel merchant to buy rare stones from Phoenicia. The ship sank. I lost everything." najbogatiot covek vo vavilon
In the ancient, sun-baked city of Babylon, a man named Arkad was known by a single, shimmering title: —the richest man in all of Babylon. His gold funded the great irrigation canals; his silver adorned the Hanging Gardens. "Yes," Arkad replied
Arkad said. "For years, I paid everyone else: the baker, the clothier, the sandal-maker. But I never paid myself. Algamish told me to put aside no less than one-tenth of every coin I earned. Not to spend. To keep." This is the first law: pay yourself first
Arkad smiled gently. "You ask why luck has kissed my brow, Bansir? But luck waits for no one. It is habit that builds wealth."
Then Arkad shared the second law. "A man’s wealth is not in the coins he hoards, but in the gold that works for him . I took my saved coppers and lent them to the armor-maker to buy more tin. He paid me back with interest. I lent to the farmer for a new plow. His extra harvest paid me back. Make your gold your slave, so you may be free."