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Portrait of David Graham Phillips David Graham Phillips The Master Rogue: The Confessions of a Croesus (1903)

Because your money, your millions, have changed you from a man into a monster. This wealth has injured us all—yes, even mother, noble though she is. But you—it has made you a fiend. Well, I wished to be independent of you. You have brought me up so that I could not live without luxury. But you haven’t destroyed in me the last spark of self-respect. And I decided to make a play for a fortune of my own.
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Portrait of David Graham Phillips David Graham Phillips The Master Rogue: The Confessions of a Croesus (1903)

I have never been a happy man. Added to my natural incessant restlessness, which always characterises a creative intellect, and which has kept me as well as every one around me in a state of irritation, there is in me an absolute incapacity to live in the present; and to be happy, I have long since seen, one must live in the present. Occasionally, when my fame or my power or my wealth [263] has been suddenly and vividly revealed to me in moments of triumph, I have lived in the present for a little while.
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Portrait of David Graham Phillips David Graham Phillips The Master Rogue: The Confessions of a Croesus (1903)

Her life, for the past twenty years, has been based wholly on vanity. The look in my face told her, perhaps a few weeks earlier than she would have learned it from her mirror or some malicious bosom friend, that the basis of her life was swept away, and that her happiness was ended. She hurried past me, spoke savagely to the four men-servants who were jostling one another in trying to help her to her carriage, and drove away in her grandeur to the ball, probably as miserable a creature as there was on Manhattan Island that night.
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