• But what right had I to these highest joys, when all around me was nothing but misery and struggle for a moldy bit of bread; when whatsoever I should spend to enable me to live in that world of higher emotions must needs be taken from the very mouths of those who grew the wheat and had not bread enough for their children?

    "Memoirs of a Revolutionist". Book by Peter Kropotkin. Part 4, Section 3, 1899.