Reminds me of some words from John Steinbeck that he wrote in the "Grapes of Wrath"

The tenant pondered. 

"Funny thing how it is. If a man owns a little property, that property is him, and it's like him. If he owns property only so he can walk on it and handle it and be sad when it isn't doing well and feel fine when when the rain falls on it, that property is him, and some way he is bigger because he owns it. Even if he isn't successful he's big with his property. That is so."

And the tenant pondered more. "But let a man get property he doesn't see, or can't take time to get his fingers in, or can't be there to walk on it-why, then the property is the man. He can't do what he wants, he can't think what he wants. The property is the man, stronger than he is. And he is small, not big. Only his possessions are big-and he's the servent of his property."

The driver on the tractor (who was just about to knock the tenant's house down):

"Times are changed don't you know? Thinking about stuff like that don't feed the kids. Get your three dollars a day and feed your kids. You got no call to worry about any kids but your own. You get a reputation for talking like that, and you'll never get your three dollars a day. Big shots won't give you three dollars a day if you worry about anything but your three dollars a day."

The tenant replied:

"Nearly a hundred people on the road for your three dollars. Where will we go?"