[T]he blossom of benevolence, of charity, is the fairest flower, no matter whether it blooms by the side of a hovel, or bursts from a vine climbing the marble pillar of a palace. I respect no man because he is rich; I hold in contempt no man because he is poor.
Robert Green Ingersoll (1907). “The works of Robert G. Ingersoll”, p.2183, Library of Alexandria