As with the onset of sudden celebrity, for the newly rich, the world often becomes a darker, narrower, less generous place; a paradox that elicits scant sympathy, but is nonetheless true.

The age of celebrity editors and monstrous staffing are over.

The rich are not a contented tribe. The demands from others to share their wealth become so tiresome, so insistent, they often decide they must insulate themselves. Insulation eventually breeds a mild form of paranoia.

You'll never get rich by working for your boss.

If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.