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“ما بالي أسخر من المغتنم وأمعن في السخرية؟ اللهم إلا لأنه لم يحاول استمالتي بعد, وما حسبت أن بي قدرة على الرفض والامتناع, إذا ما أقبلت دنانيره الذهبية تصافح راحتي. ولكن ما دامت كفي لم تتعرض لإغراء بعد، فإني سأظل أسخر من الأغنياء كما يفعل المتسول الصعلوك, ممعناً في السخرية ما دمت فقيراً معدما. أنادي أن ليس في العالم خطيئة غير الثراء حتي إذا صرت غنياً, كان دأبي عندئذ أن أنادي بأن لا رذيلة في العالم غير الفقر. ولأن كانت المغانم تدفع الملوك إلي نقض العهود, فيا أيها المكسب كن لي سيداً، أكن لك عبداً”

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