Money (n.) is the root of a special feeling when found on the road. A dollar picked up in the road is of more satisfaction than ninety-nine that one had to work for... it snuggles into the heart.
Money's (n.) lack is the root of all evil.
Money (n.) is related to money-crimes nowhere more than in the case of great poverty or great wealth.
Money (n.) is not the root of all evil... the lack thereof is.
Money (n.) can lift at a colossal humbug, like power, persuasion, supplication and persecution—push it a little, weaken it a little, century by century—but only laughter can blow it to rags and atoms at a blast.