I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand, under an old street light near a garbage can.

I have reached here by selling tea.

Finally, in desperation, they chose to sacrifice liberty in the hope of getting something to eat.

Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.

Massive poverty and obscene inequality are such terrible scourges of our times - times in which the world boasts breathtaking advances in science, technology, industry, and wealth accumulation - that they have to rank alongside slavery and apartheid as social evils.

There is little favorable to be said about poverty, but it was often an incubator of true friendship.