The poor live slow and hard; the rich, fast and easy. The rest of us shuffle along as we may.

Wisdom has lost repute because it so often applies to a state of affairs that no longer exists.

I create my social existence by earning and spending.

Without asceticism, self-indulgence would be insignificant.

Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

Money comes to life as it is spent.