I think there is something about not having much money that is good for the soul. It’s probably not even about money come to think about it.
Yesterday I was having grave doubts about my film dreams. I spoke to a friend on the phone, and his words, his wisdom, his encouragement lifted me up and restored my hope.
I am often tempted to try and create a life where I am totally independent, where I really need no one but myself. But that would be like spending your whole life in a room eating pizza and attempting to clock a video game; and finally succeeding when you’re 73 and having no one left to tell.
Perhaps you are truly wealthy when you have a need that only a good friend can fulfil.