I labor the earth from dawn of day to blink of night, and I tell you true, when I look to heaven and see my money glaring at his elbows – it hurts my prayer, sir, it hurts my prayer. I think, sometimes, the man dreams cathedrals, not clapboard meetin’ houses.
– Arthur Miller
The Crucible, Act 2. Asked by Hale why he rarely goes to church on the sabboth, hard-working farmer John Proctor angrily decries the greed of Reverend Parris, who spends the community’s money on items like golden candlesticks.