Poverty (n.) is not having too little, but craving more.
Poverty (n.) is called so not for what it has but for what it lacks: many instances of emptiness cannot fill anything up.
Poverty (n.) cannot touch one who lives by nature's demands: he is free not only of feeling it but of fearing it.
Poverty (n.) is blessed when it leaves room for glory: Scipio's daughters had no gold mirror, and the senate honored their dowry.
Poverty (n.) if contented is not poverty at all: it is not the man who has too little but the man who craves more who is poor.
Poverty (n.) is a passport: the highwayman passes the empty-handed by, and the poor travel in peace on infested roads.
Poverty (n.) is unburdened: at the trumpet the poor man knows he is not the one attacked, and at the cry of "Fire!" he asks only how to escape, not what to save.
Poverty (n.) staged by millionaires in "paupers' huts" to beguile their boredom is a hobby; let the pallet be real and the bread hard, so it becomes a test.
Poverty (n.) is worth loving if only because it shows you who loves you.
Poverty (n.) is impossible by nature's standard: she craves only bread and water, and whoever limits his desires to these can challenge the happiness of Jove.
Poverty (n.) is not having too little but hankering after more.
Poverty (n.) that is cheerful is no longer poverty at all.
Poverty (n.) is best rehearsed: live a few days on scant plain food and rough clothes, and ask yourself, "Is this what I used to dread?"
Poverty (n.) that keeps to the law of nature is wealth.
Poverty (n.) is no evil to anyone unless he kicks against it.
Poverty (n.) has become, in public opinion, a hissing and a reproach — despised by the rich and loathed by the poor.
Poverty (n.) neither frightens nor pinches the man who has arranged his affairs by nature's demands — while the millionaire is poor now, or may be someday.
Poverty (n.) is an evil to no man unless he kick against the goads.
Poverty (n.) holds little evil: compare faces, and the poor man smiles more often and more genuinely, his troubles passing like a fitful cloud.
Poverty (n.) is now measured by our bathrooms: we think ourselves poor and mean if our walls do not glitter with large and costly mirrors.