Poverty (n.) pays its poor-rates not in money but by a bended back and a mortified soul.
Poverty (n.) is at once tragic and comic: the tragedy that an immortal soul suffers, the comedy that it all turns on two shillings.
Poverty (n.) is truly real only for the man who lived his whole life through and never felt the need of anything.
Poverty (n.) that is free of the anxiety of poverty is the bird's state: by every outward measure it belongs on Poor Relief, yet nobody would call it poor, unless officials questioned it until it noticed.
Poverty (n.) anxious about bread is at bottom a desire to be rich: content with less for now, it will covet more and more, and would not be content with riches either.