Albert Camus Quotes

I grew up in austerity in the 1940s and 1950s.

I've always found it very sanitary to be broke.

My parents were both in the army for 20 years and then worked in government departments; but they had gone through the Great Depression and known lean times. They always remained extremely frugal and lived far below their means.

I grew up in a poor family. I had to cut everyone's hair, because we didn't have money for entertainment.

Do not fret under such assistance as is needful; therein lies one great grace of poverty. It were overambitious to aim at being poor without suffering any inconvenience, in other words, to have the credit of poverty and the convenience of riches.

I was happy, I wasn't beaten, and I lacked nothing. But it wasn't what people expect - it was very much sort of pinching and scraping. I don't know how my mother did it.

It is difficult to describe in short the enthusiasm and devotion provoked by and given to my research. We lived almost in poverty. I used pencils, two for a nickel, and could not buy a fountain pen, when I lost mine.

I think, and I mean this sincerely, I was raised humbly. We were a lower middle income family and a household that was scrimping by at times. We were watching the dollar, stretching the dollar, and coupons. It was all those things.

It's not hard to tell we was poor - when you saw the toilet paper dryin' on the clothesline.

I didn't have any extra money. But I can't say that I had a hard early career.

I grew up in an era when money was not readily available. We were into the post-Depression years and World War II.

We were poor and lived modestly, but we always had food on the table.

What's happened to society is we've become really pretentious. But there was a time in my life where I really had to choose between boiling potatoes and paying my gas bill, so I'd buy a can of potatoes.

I've always sworn that not having enough money has saved me from mediocrity.

To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!

Economy is too late when you are at the bottom of your purse.

They were not easy years. You have to understand, I was raised in a lovely neighborhood, as was Mitt, and at BYU, we moved into a $62-a-month basement apartment with a cement floor and lived there two years as students with no income... Neither one of us had a job, because Mitt had enough of an investment from stock that we could sell off a little at a time.

I was pretty poor for a long time. Not *poor* poor. But college student poor. I lived for most of my adult life living on student wages, then after I got my MA and started teaching, I lived on teacher's wages, which isn't much better.

The tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self denial.

The worst kind of shame is being ashamed of frugality or poverty.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it.

Frugality is misery in disguise.

In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.

I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.

I'm not the poorest president. The poorest is the one who needs a lot to live.