I am not a rich person. I am a poor person with money.
Imagine you were born in a poor family, in a poor city, in a poor country, and by the time you were 28 years old, you have so much money you can’t even count it. What do you do? You make your dreams come true.
Humanity is at a crossroads. The world as it is today… The poverty, the hunger, the greed and war… It’s no longer sustainable. The time has come to wipe the slate clean. Friends, it’s time for the apocalypse.
To have power does not mean that one can abuse the poor.
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we’d look like without our fine clothes. How’d we smell without perfume.
When you’ve run out of ways to hide your money, that’s when you give it to the poor.
What kind of God creates a world where monsters thrive, beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
There’s nothing as expensive as being poor.
Starving people can’t eat money. Plus, if we give money to poor people, then they won’t be poor anymore, and we won’t have anyone to feel sorry for.
There have always been those with wealth and power and those with nothing. That is the way of the world.
Poverty isn’t as glamorous as Charles Dickens made it look.
Poor people don’t have time for investments because poor people are too busy trying not to be poor.
