In the last analysis it's a mere matter of food, clothes and shelter, with perhaps a cigarette or two.

In Mexico, when we advanced from Vera Cruz to the capital, it was often very cold on the mountains.

I can remember coming in from some battle, aching with weariness and cold, but after I had eaten good food and basked half an hour before a fire I would feel as if I owned the earth.

Physical comfort, carried to the very highest degree, produces mental comfort also." "Sound words, Hector.

The starved, the cold and the shelterless can never be happy.