I have yet to know a poor man who has nostalgia for poverty.
In A Writer's Notebook (1949), the novelist W. Somerset Maugham suggested that the rich and famous Chaplin secretly longed for the slums of his London childhood; walking with him through the poorest part of Los Angeles, Maugham saw his face light up. Chaplin answered with this line in My Autobiography (1964): poverty, he wrote, had no charm and had taught him only a warped sense of values. He knew it first hand. At seven he was sent to the Lambeth workhouse, where destitute people were housed in return for work.

