it looks poorest when you are richest.the fault-finder will find faults in paradise. love your life, poor as it is.
you may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house. the setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. i do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.the town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. which should be more disreputable.
cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. turn the old, return to them.
thin