Quotes About Inequality

How does capitalism pit groups that receive care against groups that provide care while it profits and exploits both?

This led to a lessening of confidence in the judicial system. Justice, it seemed, was available only to those who could pay enough to secure a 'right verdict

It's the rich what gets the pleasure, it's the poor what gets the blame.' I

there was daunting poverty, and there was haunting wealth and the narrator warned her to keep to herself

were the poor people so poor they could not be seen?   were the black people so many they could not be counted?

The blindness of the powerful that is a consequence of large power gaps often prevents them from seeing the benefits to them and the organization of having or helping strengthen strong players below.

It was clear: if you were wealthy, you were safe. I'd seen how the summer kids seemed braver than me, reckless, and now I knew why. They could dive off anything, because underneath them was an invisible net of parents, doctors, coaches, teachers, money. If they fell, they had Cape Cod Concierge. If we had been rich, Mack would be alive.

A society can be Pareto optimal and still perfectly disgusting.

We must subdue our detestable habit of shaking hands with prosperous rascals and fawning upon the merely rich.

AIR, n. A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.

Democracy is a wonderful thing, Mr Burnham,' he said wistfully. 'It is a marvellous tamasha that keeps the common people busy so that men like ourselves can take care of all matters of importance. I hope one day India will also be able to enjoy these advantages—and China too, of course.

He's a bloody idiot who knows nothing about anything, but he was born with a cock, so he gets to decide for all of us.

As far as I'm concerned you can fuck whomever you please, though my general observation has been that, as far as the reputations of young women are concerned, the less fucking the better. The reverse is true for young men of course. Hardly fair, but then life is unfair in so many ways, this one hardly seems worth commenting on.

Every nation was rich in its own way, but poor in the same.

It's always the poor who are crushed under rich men's ambitions. And yet they rarely complain, because ... well ..." "They dream of having towers o' their own?" Cosca chuckled. " Why, yes, I suppose they do. They don't see that the higher you climb, the further you have to fall." "Men rarely see that 'til the ground's rushing at 'em.

The King needs money, so he squeezes the nobles. The nobles squeeze their tenants, the tenants squeeze the peasants. Some of them, the old, the weak, the extra sons and daughters, they get squeezed right out the bottom. Too many mouths to feed. The lucky ones make thieves or whores, the rest end up begging.

far as the reputations of young women are concerned, the less fucking the better. The reverse is true for young men of course. Hardly fair, but then life is unfair in so many ways, this one hardly seems worth commenting on." "Huh.

Jezal favoured him with a terse nod and turned away to look up the avenue. He could think of no possible reason why an officer would want to be familiar with the common soldiers. Furthermore, he was scarred and ugly. Jezal had no use whatever for ugly people.

How dare you presume to be devoted to me, peasant? You're like a tick devoted to a tiger!

the room. "Now it seems anyone's son can get an education, and a business, and become rich. The merchant guilds: the Mercers, the Spicers and their like, grow steadily in wealth and influence. Jumped-up, posturing commoners dictating to their natural betters. Their fat and greedy fingers, fumbling at the strings of power. It is almost too much to stand." He gave a shudder as he paced across the floor.

A ball player has to be kept hungry to become a big leaguer. That's why no boy from a rich family has ever made the big leagues.

A ball player's got to be kept hungry to become a big-leaguer. That's why no boy from a rich family ever made the big leagues.

Poor kids often dressed up. It was rich kids who dressed down, carefully assembling a blue-collar costume: eighty-dollar designer jeans that had been professionally faded and tattered and worn-out

Humanity is worse than flies. If even one dried nugget of offal survives the flames, we'll be swarming all over it. Fighting about who owns it and selling the most fragrant chunks to the wealthy and the gullible.