A Good Tale Evil Told Were Better

In Utopia, Where Every Man Has A Right To Everything, They All Know That If Care Is Taken To Keep The Public Stores Full, No Private Man Can Want Anything; For Among Them There Is No Unequal Distribution, So That No Man Is Poor, None In Necessity; And Though No Man Has Anything, Yet They Are All Rich; For What Can Make A Man So Rich As To Lead A Serene And Cheerful Life, Free From Anxieties.

Who Does More Earnestly Long For A Change Than He Who Is Uneasy In His Present Circumstances? And Who Run To Create Confusions With So Desperate A Boldness As Those Who Have Nothing To Lose, Hope To Gain By Them?

Friendship Demands Attention.

Nor Can They Understand Why A Totally Useless Substance Like Gold Should Now, All Over The World, Be Considered Far More Important Than Human Beings, Who Gave It Such Value As It Has, Purely For Their Own Convenience.

There Are Dreadful Punishments Enacted Against Thieves, But It Were Much Better To Make Such Good Provisions By Which Every Man Might Be Put In A Method How To Live, And So Be Preserved From The Fatal Necessity Of Stealing And Of Dying For It.