"Look around you and tell me what you see."
"I see your stronghold, Sire. I see demonstrations of your wealth, your power, your influence."
"You see all that do you?"
"Aye, Sire, I do. There are great tapestries on all the walls, there are men at arms stationed throughout, and emissaries from every court come to pay tribute."
"All those things mean nothing."
"Lift that tapestry. Tell me what you see."
"Books, Sire. Hundreds of books. So?"
"'So?', he asks. So? They fill my mind, with what cannot be taken away. They are my wealth. You see my fortune."
p.s. I think I would have made a good King.