economics are but an expression of the mind and do not (as the poor blind slaves of the great cities think) mould the mind. - Hilaire Belloc

Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.

That I grow sour, who only lack delight;
That I descend to sneer, who only grieve:
That from my depth I should contemn your height;
That with my blame my mockery you receive;
Huntress and splendour of the woodland night,
Diana of this world, do not believe.

Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician's corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.