I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.
I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.
Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth.
While poverty persists, there is no true freedom.
If you are poor, you are not likely to live long.
As long as poverty, injustice and gross inequality persist in our world, none of us can truly rest.
The surest way to remain poor is to be an honest man.
Poverty is not made by God, it is created by you and me when we don’t share what we have.
Poverty is the worst form of violence.