The folly of endless consumerism sends us on a wild goose-chase for happiness through materialism.

Now an infinite happiness cannot be purchased by any price less than that which is infinite in value and infinity of merit can only result from a nature that is infinitely divine or perfect.

People are chasing cash not happiness. When you chase money you're going to lose. You're just going to. Even if you get the money you're not going to be happy.

The white man's happiness cannot be purchased by the black man's misery.

Happiness in this world when it comes comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit and it leads us a wild-goose chase and is never attained. Follow some other object and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.

Everyone chases after happiness not noticing that happiness is right at their heels.

Buying books would be a good thing if one could also buy the time to read them in: but as a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents.

The future is purchased by the present.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants chased from sleeping on the street chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas until finally we are so hungry sleepless smelly constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.