A slight daily unconscious luxury is hardly ever wanting to the dwellers in civilization; like the gentle air of a genial climate, it is a perpetual minute enjoyment.
For me, hard work represents the supreme luxury of life.
Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries.
It is too great comfort which turns a man against himself. Life is most readily renounced at the time and among the classes where it is least harsh.
Luxury ruins republics; poverty, monarchies.
Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains.
Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.
Now we suffer the evils of a long peace; luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.
On the soft bed of luxury many kingdoms have expired.
The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury.
When you're not used to comfort and good things to eat, you're intoxicated by them in no time. Truth's only too pleased to leave you. Very little is ever needed for Truth to let go of you. And after all, you're not really very keen to keep hold of it.