I may, I suppose, regard myself, or pass for being a relatively successful man. People occasionally stare at me in the streets - that’s fame. I can fairly easily earn enough to qualify for admission to the higher slopes of the Internal Revenue - that’s success. Furnished with money and a little fame even the elderly, if they care to, may partake of trendy diversions - that’s pleasure. It might happen once in a while that something I said or wrote was sufficiently heeded for me to persuade myself that it represented a serious impact on our time - that’s fulfillment. Yet I say to you - and I beg you to believe me - multiply these tiny triumphs by a million, add them all together, and they are nothing - less than nothing, a positive impediment - measured against one draught of that living water Christ offers to the spiritually thirsty, irrespective of who or what they are.
— Malcome Muggeridge