“Having lived among the owning classes, he knew the utter futility of expecting any solution of the wage-squabble. There was no solution, short of death. The only thing was not to care, not to care about the wages.Yet, if you were poor and wretched, you had to care. Anyhow, it was becoming the only thing they did care about. The care about money was like a great cancer, eating away the individuals of all classes. He refused to care about money.And what then? What did life offer apart from the care of money? Nothing.”
“When we care about people, we care less about money, and when we care about money, we care less about people.”
“We live and work in a world that carries preoccupations about money, but what does the soul care about such things?”
“The only thing he cares about.”
“We don’t care about what you did yesterday—we care about what you’re going to do tomorrow.”
“If only he knew how little I cared about living.”