To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.

Giving some poor fellow three days to live -- that made me a participant. I made it very clear after that: I want nothing more to do with any hostage tapes. Any that you give me will not see the light of day.

We spend more on cows than the poor.

Really, they were not doing anything to get poor black folks out of there. And here these two 20-year-old white guys helped this 54-year-old black guy get his son back.

No one has ever become poor by giving.

One must be poor to know the luxury of giving