What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires - how many aspirations after goodness and truth - how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause!
I do not seek good fortune - I am good fortune!
I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.