Anzia Yezierska Quotes

One of the strangest things about life is that the poor, who need the money the most, are the ones that never have it.

It is a sin to be poor.

Money can't buy poverty.

Poverty brings one blessing in Turkey - the poor man is of necessity a monogamist.

You know, when you're poor and you have a bunch of kids in your family, you don't know that everybody's not poor.

A poor man is a man who has not got much money. This may seem a simple and unnecessary description, but in the face of a great mass of modern fact and fiction, it seems very necessary indeed; most of our realists and sociologists talk about a poor man as if he were an octopus or an alligator.

The poor will never cease out of the land.

Poverty fills armies, mans navies.

Poverty was a relationship, I thought, involving poor and rich people alike.

I was one of the poorest people in America.

Short of genius a rich man cannot even imagine poverty.

Listen to the lyrics - we're singing about everyday life: rich people trying to keep money, poor people tying to get it, and everyone having trouble with their husband or wife!

Very few people can afford to be poor.

Poor people have more fun than rich people, they say; and I notice it's the rich people who keep saying it.

There are many Asian-Americans who are living in poverty, especially our senior citizens.

The honest poor can sometimes forget poverty. The honest rich can never forget it.

Poverty us no disgrace to a man, but it is confoundedly inconvenient.

What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?

I often say that poverty needs no passport to travel.

The goatherds were the poorest people of Spain. Probably, they were the richest.

You cannot sift out the poor from the community. The poor are indispensable to the rich.

I grew up with no money. No money. I always struggled and had the sense that there was this other class of people who went to college - this was when I was younger.

The middle class, that prisoner of the barbarian 20th century.

I was a camp counselor for kids whose moms were on welfare, unfortunately, and right across the camp was the best, most pristine and preppy camp in the universe.

There's no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.