Not to get all philosophical on you but heres my Nietzsche passage:
(it took me 90 pages of reading to find this, thank you, and for you English nerds, this was written in his style, not mine)
But where is your inner worth when you no longer know what it means to breathe freely? when you no longer have the slightest control over yourselves? when you all too frequently become sick of yourselves, as of a stale drink? and when you listen to the newspapers and leer at your rich neighbor, made lustful by the rapid rise and fall of power, money, and opinions? when you no longer have any faith in philosophy , which wears rags, and in the candor of those who have no wants? when the voluntary idyllic life of poverty, without occupation of marriage, which might well suit the more spiritual among you, has become a laughingstock to you?
..Trust me, I could go on and on. I just think this is a very poetic thing to think about.
Abbers
ps...I'm a nerd.