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Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss.'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two...

If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are

Poor people are those who does not have Dreams rather does not Money...

Poor people are those who do not have Dreams rather do not have Money_

Yes, Latinos dream more. When you live in poverty, when your president is imposed upon you, when they kill someone and no one gets indicted, and when only a few get rich, of course you dream more. It's no coincidence that magic realism happens in Latin America, because for us dreams and aspirations are part of life.

Without travels, our existence, our memories, our literature, our dreams, our everything would be very poor, very boring, very limited!

Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.

No one asks poor people if they want war. Nor had anyone asked these poor people if they wanted to die of thirst and exposure on the coastal sea, or if they wanted to be robbed and raped by their own soldiers.

For all these stars,nothing is new.They__e seen all kinds of warsand miracles, too.They know the messengers with their holy bookswill smile and wash their hands in blood.They know the politicians with their good lookswill make the poor eat pies of mud.They__e seen the Earth freeze and then burn with greed.They__e seen the treesand the seas emptied.Yet, you won__ hear their sneerswhen a man arrivesand, having experienced a number of years,proclaims: 'I have lived!'Because nothing is new under these stars:the lies, the love, the memories and scars, the ruin, the revolution, the fakes and true,the families, the friends, none of it is new.All of it__ven the me and you.

the greatest trick of kings is to fool the poor into thinking we have common cause with the rich simply because we live on the same bog. Then the poor get their heads split open in the battles they fight so the rich can keep their wine cellars well stocked.

Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bombs. Let the silence rise from empty bellies and surge from broken hearts. The silence of the hidden and forgotten. The silence of the abused and tortured. The silence of the persecuted and imprisoned. The silence of the hanged and massacred. Loud as all the sounds can be, let my silence be loud so the hungry may eat my words and the poor may wear my words. Loud as all the sounds can be, let my silence be loud so I may resurrect the dead and give voice to the oppressed. My silence speaks.

Rich people were not rich if there were no poor.

Poor people! No territory invasion can broaden their narrow minds.

Only poor people are corrupt. If you don't believe me, just go and ask a rich person.

Like alcohol and poverty, a heartbreak has the power to make a man do something he wouldn__ normally do and to make a woman do someone she wouldn__ normally do.

The middle class were invented to give the poor hope; the poor, to make the rich feel special; the rich, to humble the middle class.

Don't sell the warmer for an air conditioner just because its summer, for in winter, you will have to do the reverse.

Don't cheat the foundation of a house because you want to save for the roofing for at the end, you will have only roofed rubbles.