"What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul"
- Victor Hugo

Wealth will never be elusive to those who already have it and cultivate it in themselves and in their friendships with people. Even Proust values the intellect more over anything else; the senses with which we derive satisfaction from our lives are recalled to us through our literary and musical experiences. Wealth cannot be bought or earned through conventional terms; it can only be gathered by knowing and being able to understand oneself. The air around us and the universe is suffused with life and just in just one moment of humility and the realisation that what we are is part of an infinite and ever-changing whole, it might be revealed how much of ourself is to be found in the things that surround us.

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