Avarice has ruined more souls than extravagance.
Avarice is generally the last passion of those lives of which the first part has been squandered in pleasure, and the second devoted to ambition. He that sinks under the fatigue of getting wealth, lulls his age with the milder business of saving it.
Avarice is the sphincter of the heart.
Avarice is the vice of declining years.
Avarice, the spur of industry.
Big mouthfuls often choke.
Experience demands that man is the only animal which devours his own kind, for I can apply no milder term to the general prey of the rich on the poor.
For at least another hundred years we must pretend to ourselves and to every one that fair is foul and foul is fair; for foul is useful and fair is not. Avarice and usury and precaution must be our gods for a little longer still.
For greed all nature is too little.
From top to bottom of the ladder, greed is aroused without knowing where to find ultimate foothold. Nothing can calm it, since its goal is far beyond all it can attain. Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned.
God forgives the sin of gluttony.
Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.
Greed is all right, by the way I think greed is healthy. You can be greedy and still feel good about yourself.
Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.
He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise.
I have news for the forces of greed and the defenders of the status quo; your time has come and gone. It's time for change in America.
If your desires be endless, your cares and fears will be so too.
It is not the want, but rather abundance that creates avarice.
It is of the nobility of man's soul that he is insatiable: for he hath a benefactor so prone to give, that he delighteth in us for asking. Do not your inclinations tell you that the WORLD is yours? Do you not covet all? Do you not long to have it; to enjoy it; to overcome it? To what end do men gather riches, but to multiply more? Do they not like Pyrrhus the King of Epire, add house to house and lands to lands, that they may get it all?
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.