Poverty is the wicked man’s tempter, the good man’s perdition, the proud man’s curse, the melancholy man’s halter.

Poverty is the openmouthed relentless hell which yawns beneath civilized society. And it is hell enough.

The child was diseased at birth – stricken with an hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off. I mean poverty – the most deadly and prevalent of all diseases.

Many a good face Under a ragged hat.

Not to be able to bear poverty is a shameful thing, but not to know how to chase it away by work is a more shameful thing yet.

The real disgrace of poverty is not in owning to the fact but in declining to struggle against it.

Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.

Poverty is shunned and persecuted all over the globe.

They do not easily rise whose abilities are repressed by poverty at home.

Poverty is not dishonorable in itself, but only when it comes from idleness, intemperance, extravagance, and folly.