Quotes About Excess

By suppers more have been killed than Galen ever cured.

The eye is bigger than the belly.

Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame, when once it is within thee.

In places this book is a little over-written, because Mr Blunden is no more able to resist a quotation than some people are to refuse a drink.

Too many dragons are as dangerous as too few.

If you would sooner drown in wine, say the word and it shall be done, and quickly. Drowning cup by cup wastes time and wine both.

Every inn in the city is full, and the whores are walking bowlegged and jingling with each step.

Part of it went on gambling, and part of it went on women. The rest I spent foolishly.

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Our only real pleasure is to squander our resources to no purpose, just as if a wound were bleeding away inside us; we always want to be sure of the uselessness or the ruinousness of our extravagance.

Thus captain and crew enjoyed a life style above their means, one they were anxious to perpetuate.

I'm the foe of moderation, the champion of excess. If I may lift a line from a die-hard whose identity is lost in the shuffle, "I'd rather be strongly wrong than weakly right."

He loves to eat - he puts mayonnaise on an aspirin.

All the crimes on earth do not destroy so many of the human race, nor alienate so much property, as drunkenness.

Bacchus has drowned more men than Neptune.

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.

An excess of law inescapably weakens the rule of law.

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound.

A thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. Moderation in temper is always a virtue; but moderation in principle is always a vice.

It is for the superfluous things of life that men sweat.

If there ever was an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptown-on-the-Hudson, called New York.

Vulgar of manner, overfed. Overdressed and underbred; Heartless, Godless, hell's delight, Rude by day and lewd by night; Bedwarfed the man, o'ergrown the brute, Ruled by boss and prostitute; Purple-robed and pauper-clad, Raving, rotting, money-mad; A squirming herd in Mammon's mesh, A wilderness of human flesh; Crazed with avarice, lust and rum, New York, thy name's Delirium.

A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of indigestion.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it is intolerable.