"I suppose at the smallest average for the making of a single rich man, we make a thousand whose lifelong is one floodtide of misery. The charnel houses of poverty are in the, shadow of the palace, and, as one is splendid, so is the other dark, poisonous, degraded. How can a man grow rich except on the spoils of others' labor? His boasted prudence and economy, what is it but the most skilfully availing himself of their necessities, most resolutely closing up his heart against their cries to him for help?"
— J. A. FROUDE, Nemesis of Faith (1848), Letter VII. (Words spoken by one of the characters).
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