Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

And plenty makes us poor.

I can't move out quickly enough,

It's the closest I've ever come. I'm hoping it is.

The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity, but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich.

If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.