The poor is hated even of his own neighbour: but the rich hath many friends.
“I didn’t see any of the war—you must have gathered that from my letters, Franz.”
“That doesn’t matter—we have some shell-shocks who merely heard an air raid from a distance. We have a few who merely read newspapers.”
“It sounds like nonsense to me.”
“Maybe it is, Dick. But, we’re a rich person’s clinic—we don’t use the word nonsense.
Franz, we are filthy rich and rotten spoilt.
But we are young and beautiful.
It's easy for somebody rich to talk about being poor like it's some bothersome fly you just wave away.
We are not rich by what we possess but by what we can do without.
The richest man is the one with the most powerful friends.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.