Give a beggar a dime and he'll bless you. Give him a dollar and he'll curse you for withholding the rest of your fortune. Poverty is a bag with a hole at the bottom.

The world is a wheel always turning.

I was so obsessed and consumed with my grievances that I could not get away from myself and think things out in the light. I was in the grip of that blinding, destructive, terrible thing -- righteous indignation.

I too was frightened the first time I felt I hated my father. I felt like a criminal. But could I help it what was inside of me? I had to feel what I felt even if it killed me.

Like all people who have nothing, I lived on dreams.

The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.

Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse.