The greatest disease in the West today is not TB or leprosy it is being unwanted unloved and uncared for. We can cure physical diseases with medicine but the only cure for loneliness despair and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for a little love. The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty -- it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. Theres a hunger for love as there is a hunger for God.

Do you think because I am poor obscure plain and little I am soulless and heartless You think wrong - I have as much soul as you - and full as much heart And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you

Ive been making a list of the things they dont teach you at school. They dont teach you how to love somebody. They dont teach you how to be famous. They dont teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They dont teach you how to walk away from someone you dont love any longer. They dont teach you how to know whats going on in someone elses mind. They dont teach you what to say to someone whos dying. They dont teach you anything worth knowing.

When the going gets tough the poor close their eyes the rich open their wallets.

Lajwanti made the cardinal mistake of trying to cross the dividing line that separates the existence of the rich from that of the poor. She made the fatal error of dreaming beyond her means. The bigger the dream the bigger the disappointment.

The poorest person on earth is not the person who has no job no cars no money and no house. The poorest person is the one who has no vision. Visionlessness is poverty in disguise.

It is good to stay in a peaceful poverty than to stay in a painful wealth.

For Ragamuffins Gods name is Mercy. We see our darkness as a prized possession because it drives us into the heart of God. Without mercy our darkness would plunge us into despair - for some self-destruction. Time alone with God reveals the unfathomable depths of the poverty of the spirit. We are so poor that even our poverty is not our own It belongs to the mysterium tremendum of a loving God.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.