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1 " It is human nature to avoid being concerned with the welfare of the less privileged. So often I have observed those a little more fortunate walk by with stiff backs and upturned noses, as though they are infallible, removed from the suffering of humanity. So often the more fortunate assume an air of ridicule and contempt towards men of humbler birth. Out island is not free from discrimination, although it may be subtle and disguised. If you escape the race barrier, there is still that of higher income, and in some circles, that of a high school education. "
― , I, Vagabond
2 " Child hood is a shield to the disgust and nausea of life. It is the only time in which a man escapes from the mill of life. Ah! To be a child again, when the notions of poverty, wealth and success means nothing. "
3 " Childhood had flown in one fleeting moment. The days of innocence and liberty were gone forever. Life was approaching us, with all its troubles, intricacies and disillusionments. We all dreamed and hoped for a good life, with a good job and a happy ending. We would read the same comic books, go to the same movies, and at times even sleep in the same bed, so closely woven was the relationships among us. But age brings with it pride. Pride brings hatred, and together they breed snobbery and social climbing. "
4 " What amazes me is the way children grow up together, yet some become decent people, and others fall by the wayside. But what chance does a boy have to improve himself, when he cannot get a proper meal to eat, or books to go to school? He cannot excel in a class when the more fortunate children have all the opportunities. He has no guide, no encouragement, no vision. How can one live, despised by the community, made to feel that he is not a part of that community? The more fortunate seem to feel so good because others are destitute. The poor are to be mocked and trodden upon. "
5 " Mutability is the only constant thing in life. Nothing remains forever constant. The great works of art, the Pyramids, the Taj Mahal, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon succumb to the ravages of time. What is man that in this brief and insignificant life of his, he tries to immortalize and exalt himself? All in vanity. Death and time reduce all to nothing. "
6 " They did not enjoy their work. They had become part of the machinery. They lived on their job, knowing there was no way out of this condemnation of boredom and frustration. "