Poor David Hume is dying fast, but with more real cheerfulness and good humor and with more real resignation to the necessary course of things, than any whining Christian ever dyed with pretended resignation to the will of God.

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God.

If we command our wealth, we shall be rich and free; if our wealth commands us, we are poor indeed.

Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.

I was taught that the human brain was the crowning glory of evolution so far, but I think it's a very poor scheme for survival.

To be poor without murmuring is difficult. To be rich without being proud is easy.

He ate and drank the precious words, his spirit grew robust; he knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was dust.

The poorer we are inwardly, the more we try to enrich ourselves outwardly.