Quotes About Excess

And so it was that the Poet, through an excess of theological refinement, was unable to satisfy his coarse carnal passion.

Rischiamo di restare sommersi da un eccesso di informazioni, e la differenza tra il silenzio e il troppo rumore è davvero minima

Tudo é veneno, se tomado em doses exageradas, até o vinho.

More companies die from indigestion than starvation.

superfluous

The hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. It implies a hatred of arts.

There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, that is the miracle of genius.

However, he who says light does not, necessarily, say joy. People suffer in the light; excess burns. The flame is the enemy of the wing. To burn without ceasing to fly,—therein lies the marvel of genius. When you shall have learned to know, and to love, you will still suffer. The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in darkness.

pedantry. What was this excess of love? It was a serene

Du reste qui dit lumière ne dit pas nécessairement joie. On souffre dans la lumière; l'excès brûle. La flamme est ennemie de l'aile. Brûler sans cesser de voler, c'est là le prodige du génie.

I want the superfluous, the useless, the extravagant, excess, that which serves no purpose.

Let me quote once more from Tolkien's lecture, which he delivered a few months before the fantasy-besotted Nazis started World War II. "Fantasy can, of course, be carried to excess. It can be put to evil uses. It may even delude the minds out of which it came.

liquor and loquacity are your besetting weaknesses.

Well, at least measure your drinks,- liquor and loquacity are your besetting weaknesses.

There is no excess in the world so commendable as excessive gratitude.

There are crimes which become innocent, and even glorious, through their splendor, number, and excess: Hence it is, that public theft is called Address, and to seize on Provinces unjustly, to make Conquests.

His life was one long extravaganza, like living inside a Faberge egg.

The vices of some men are magnificent.

There's a rule they don't teach you at the Harvard Business School. It is, if anything is worth doing, it's worth doing to excess.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in its excess.

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

Enough of what? Enough of behaving as you do. Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what you sister said to me when

I became very famous, as a teenager, and my name and photo were splashed in all the media. They made me larger than life, so I wanted to live larger than life, and the only way to do that was to be intoxicated.

We plunge ourselves into enormous debt and then take two and three jobs to stay afloat. We uproot our families with unnecessary moves just so we can have a more prestigious house. We grasp and grab and never have enough. And most destructive of all, our flashy cars and sports spectaculars and backyard pools have a way of crowding out much interest in civil rights or inner city poverty or the starved masses of India. Greed has a way of severing the cords of compassion. Richard J. Foster, 1981