Only moderns, criminals, and small children regard a desire for something as a sign that they ought to have it.
You never find people endeavoring to convince you that you may live very happily upon a plentiful fortune.
Reasoning to broad, correct conclusions is like beating the market: it happens, but not to you.
The nostalgia is not for poverty but for the social bonds that poverty demands and cements.
The capitalists will sell the communists the rope with which they will jointly hang the remaining holdouts against our glorious corpo-progressive future.
All motives are base; some actions are noble.
What you get is, to a first approximation, what you want.
If no man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money, then world literature is almost entirely the province of blockheads.
It is crime, of all fields, that most attracts the woefully underqualified.
Dressing for success is a cargo cult.
To learn the status of an identity, count how many people fake it.