The world is no better for his living in it.

He never wiped a tear from a sad face, never kindled a fire upon a frozen hearth.

There is no flesh in his heart; he worships no god but gold.
Why should I scramble and struggle to get possession of a little portion of this earth?
This is my world now; why should I envy others its mere legal possession?
It belongs to him who can see it, enjoy it.

I need not envy the so-called owners of estates in Boston and New York.

They are merely taking care of my property and keeping it in excellent condition for me.