I encountered in the street, a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was worn, his elbows were in holes; water trickled through his shoes, and the stars through his soul.

Yes, we are overcharged for everything nowadays. I should fancy that the real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial.

It was so hard to be poor, not to have money and position and to be able to do in life exactly as you wished.

Poverty, Inky says, is the new wealth. Anonymity is the new fame. “Social divers,” Inky says, “are the new social climbers.” The Jet Set are the original homeless people, Inky says. We may have a dozen homes—each in a different city—but we still live out of a suitcase.