Quotes About Excess

My shoes are made of Spanish leather, My socks are made of silk; I wear a ring on every finger, I wash myself in milk.

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The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

What do you seek, so pensive and silent? What do you need, Camerado? Dear son! do you think it is love? Listen, dear son—listen, America, daughter or son! It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess—and yet it satisfies—it is great; But there is something else very great—it makes the whole coincide; It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides for all.

his avowal of follies and excess seemed uttered rather in the spirit of wounded pride, than in that of contrition.

Reduce what's in excess in your life and then offer it where it can be utilized.

I spent half my money on gambling, alcohol and wild women. The other half I wasted.

The answer was nowhere, the drink was everything. What a blessing the money in his pocket, he must get more, much more for the feast of drink ahead.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

Gluttony and surfeiting are no proper occasions for thanksgiving.

The Old Man" The fish has too many bones and the watermelon too many seeds.

Food. Water. Shelter. Air. Sleep. Societal inflation has expanded need into greed. Suddenly the basic survival needs also include a cell phone, cable TV, and French manicured fingernails.... We've become the absolute biggest whiners of all human history with the absolute smallest justification for whining.

Fozzetto was sheathed in an ebony jumpsuit with a weightlifter cut in the front. Bands of holographic foil twined around his thighs and wound down to the tops of his silver space boots. He teetered on at least six inches of platform heel; maybe Kiss had had a garage sale.

History teaches that evil at its most exalted is merely a wretched excess of good.

Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period.

Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!

I put hot sauce on my hot sauce.

I don't always eat chips and salsa but when I do, I do it until I hate myself.

Everywhere you go, on edges of chairs and window-sills, and piazza-rails and billiard-tables, you see cigars that have been only a little bit smoked; it is dreadful. The proprietor ought to have them ground up and used for English breakfast tea; people would never know the difference.

Every vice is only an exaggeration of a necessary and virtuous function.

The excess of virtue is a vice.

When wine enters modesty departs.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

A cup of wine is medicine, a gallon of wine is ruin.