But suppose, for the sake of argument, that you all become rich.

What then?
You throw away your working clothes and dress yourselves in silk; you deck yourselves with silver and gold ornaments, and you sit on soft-cushioned sofas.

Think how long these luxuries would last--a month perhaps, at the most a year.

Then the rich man's wine is all drunk, and his larder empty, the silk clothes are worn out, and the sofas torn; you cannot eat precious stones and gold, and if you do not mean to starve you must begin working again, and after the extermination of the rich man and the division of his property you are exactly in the position you were in before." He paused a moment or two, in which there was silence for the first time, and then went on: "This all means that your bondage is not laid on you by man, but by Nature herself.

Life is hard and wearisome, and no laws or orders of State or society can make it otherwise.