When ghetto living seems normal, you have no shame, no privacy.
Where poverty comes in, love goes out.
Where poverty comes in at the door, loves flies out at the window.
Poverty shows us who are our friends and who our enemies.
Poverty runs after the poor, wealth after the rich.
Poverty parts good company.
Poverty makes thieves, like love makes poets.
Poverty makes a man mean.
Poverty is the sixth sense.