Anonymous Quotes

Speak not of liberty — poverty is slavery.

Poverty makes slaves of free men.

Poverty of course is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying.

I am open-eyed about what poverty does to people.

Poverty is the worst form of violence.

Poverty is everyone's problem. It cuts across any line you can name: age, race, social, geographic or religious. Whether you are black or white; rich, middle-class or poor, we are ALL touched by poverty.

Poverty doesn't imply necessarily violence.

People without money are slaves.

Poverty leads to protests.

Our mothers and fathers want change. They worked all of their lives, but today live in destitution.

Poverty is not a disgrace, but it's terribly inconvenient.

Poverty is the parent of revolution.

Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob, and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.

How fared the Irish artisan—how fared the Irish peasant? Where one pined, as he yet pines, in your beggared cities, the other starves, upon your fruitful soil.

Poverty fills armies, mans navies.

You don't have to be impoverished to understand poverty.

Political rights notwithstanding, 'freedom' rings awfully hollow when you're getting nickel-and-dimed to death in your everyday life.

You have to start with slavery because those abuses have never been eradicated. You know, people are not living in slums because they voted to. You know, their children are not in jail because they wanted them to. You know, these are the results of a people who have been oppressed and suffer national oppression, you know.

As I have traveled the state, I have seen firsthand that there are Arizonans who are hurting.

I think it's criminal the way poverty is allowed to flourish.

Poverty ennobles no one; it brutalizes common people and makes them hungry and old.

In war," answered the weaver, "the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich make slaves of the poor. We must work to live, and they give us such mean wages that we die. We toil for them all day long, and they heap up gold in their coffers, and our children fade away before their time, and the faces of those we love become hard and evil. We tread out the grapes, another drinks the wine. We sow the corn, and our own board is empty. We have chains, though no eye beholds them; and are slaves, though men call us free.

Complaint is poverty.

My people are poor and I am one of them.

Today they say that we are free, only to be chained in poverty.