In poverty you may still preserve the nobility of inborn feelings, but in destitution no one ever does.
For in destitution one does not even get driven out of human company with a stick; one is swept out with a broom to make it more insulting; and justly so, for in destitution I am the first to insult myself.
Crime and Punishment - Dostoevsky
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