When one is in love one begins by deceiving oneself. And one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.
Wealthy people are, as a class, better than impoverished people, more moral, more intellectual, more well-behaved. There is only one class in the community that thinks more about money than the rich, and that is the poor. The poor can think of nothing else. That is the misery of being poor.