If you were to offer me all the money from all the mines we work so energetically at this time, if you were to throw down at my feet all the money that lies in buried treasure, as greed restores once more to the earth what it once wickedly extracted, I would not think all that gathered hoard worthy even of a good man’s frown. How loudly we should greet with laughter the things that now make our tears run!

Seneca, ‘On Anger’