The mammon you do serve is not a mere negation, but a positive Death.

His temple is a darkness, a black hollow, ever hungry, in the heart of man, who tumbles into it every thing that should make life noble and lovely.

To all who serve him he makes it seem that his alone is the reasonable service.
His wages are death, but he calls them life, and they believe him.

I will tell you some of the marks of his service--a few of the badges of his household--for he has no visible temple; no man bends the knee to him; it is only his soul, his manhood, that the worshiper casts in the dust before him.

If a man talks of the main chance, meaning thereby that of making money, or of number one, meaning thereby self, except indeed he honestly jest, he is a servant of mammon.