Neither guards nor walls would keep them to the softly-cushioned golden-caged prison of indolence, they would fly as if for their lives, and go back to the place where their work was, which they had previously thought like hell." "Let us see if we would," cried some with contemptuous laughter.
"In what has the rich man the advantage of you?
He lives better, you say.

He can procure more enjoyments for himself.

Are you sure that these so-called enjoyments bring happiness?
Your healthy hunger makes your bread and cheese taste better than the rich dishes at noblemen's tables, and the suffering which fills every life is more bitter in the western villa than in the workingman's back room, because there they have more leisure to endure it in, and every fiber of the soul has its own torture." "What do you get for defending the rich man ?" called a voice from the hall.
"I am telling you the penalty of property.

You must be just in everything.

Granted that the rich man is a criminal; granted his idleness is an offense to your activity; granted that his roast meat and wine make your potatoes taste insipid; it is in the order of things that you should envy him.