For the poor of this world, two major ways of expiring are available: either by the absolute indifference of your fellow-men in peace-time, or by the homicidal passion of these same when war breaks out.

The rich man may never get into heaven, but the pauper is already serving his term in hell.

The honest poor can sometimes forget poverty. The honest rich can never forget it.

Those who produce should have, but we know that those who produce the most-that is, those who work hardest, and at the most difficult and most menial tasks, have the least.

Is there not yet oppression in the country? A starving of men and pampering of dogs?

Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.

There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.

Poor men's reasons are not heard.

For every talent that poverty has stimulated it has blighted a hundred.

Even when the money finally trickles down, even when a school is built in a poor neighborhood, for instance, the poor are still deprived.