Life curses some poor people with the love of luxury, while it blesses some with the very same thing.

Whether it is big or small, the size of a poor man’s yard incessantly reminds him that he is poor.

Most people do not mind having a house that is smaller and/or a car that is cheaper than their neighbours’, as long as they each earn and have more money than their neighbours, and, equally important, their neighbours know that.

The last time everyone loved or at least liked everyone was when the world had a population of about 4.

For their holidays: the rich go see the world; the poor go see their parents.

For their holidays: the rich’s kids travel the world; the poor’s kids roam around their grandparents’ yard.

Poor people do not go on holiday; they go home.