We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.

Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.

I've got everything I need except a man. And I'm not one of those women who thinks a man is read more

I've got everything I need except a man. And I'm not one of those women who thinks a man is the answer to everything, but I'm tired of being alone.

We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared read more

We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

In a country well governed poverty is something to be ashamed of. In a country badly governed wealth is something read more

In a country well governed poverty is something to be ashamed of. In a country badly governed wealth is something to be ashamed of.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion read more

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to read more

I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to life.

Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces read more

Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.