Thomas Malthus Quotes

Poverty is one of them kind of misfortunes that we all of us dread but none of us pity.

There has been enough suffering in our country, there has been enough of children whose dreams die before they have a chance to grow and there has been enough of our elders who, having served their nation, are forced into indignity in their old age.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

It is the destiny of the people of Haiti to suffer.

Of course I am frustrated with regard to extreme poverty, to violence that never seems to cease.

I've lived places these guys can't defecate in.

The pleasures of the mighty are obtained by the tears of the poor.

Where is there beauty when you see deprivation and starvation?

The prosperous can not easily form a right idea of misery.

Poverty makes you wise but it's a curse.

The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.

God has always been hard on the poor.

It is futile to expect a hungry and squalid population to be anything but violent and gross.

People who are underprivileged have more to grieve and have more to overcome.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul.

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.

Life is a rotten lottery.

It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.

The happy and powerful do not go into exile, and there are no surer guarantees of equality among men than poverty and misfortune.

Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructors in eloquence and wisdom.

Fate has never ladled out hardship very evenly, and this frequently trips our often infantile sense of justice.

A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. ''Ours'' is different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog's collar; cuts and nicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ran down his chest and waist, reaching down below his hip bones into his buttocks. The story of a poor man's life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.

Poverty is a great equalizer

Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.