Gilbert Keith Chesterton,
The Flying Inn — Chapter XIV
(1914)
“ Thus, when the Captain began by lightly alluding to the fact that after all it was his donkey, since he had bought it from a tinker for a just price, the police station practically vanished from Wimpole's mind--and I fear the donkey-cart also. Nothing remained but the necessity of dissipating the superstition of personal property."I own nothing," said the poet, waving his hands outward, "I own nothing save in the sense that I own everything. All depends whether wealth or power be used for or against the higher purposes of the cosmos." ”
