Quotes About Decadence

I can never resist the good stuff: salami, pepperoni, you name it. I love it all.

Anything which is sweet, I couldn't resist but would pick it up and eat.

I love Haagen Daaz Caramel Cone, or the Ben and Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake. Pairs well with anything.

All things atrocious and shameless flock from all parts to Rome.

I'm sure when they partied when Rome was burning, that was a really great party.

Voltaire playfully wrote, "Ice-cream is exquisite—what a pity it isn't illegal.

English decadence as a cause of the war, which had first appeared in the war's early months, and had been a commonplace of English war talk since then. The war was to have been the Condy's Fluid that would cleanse society of its decadence;

what sort of mothers can these girls have? The answer would supply an explanation of, but no excuse for, our national decadence and degradation

True decadence involves taking nothing too seriously

I'd say exercising self-control is very important for a dissolute life.

To me, the word 'decadent' is so difficult to use; it's a very sensitive word, in a way.

In a decadent society people can slowly drift or slowly be drawn by the culture of commerce into yearning for violence. Maybe people have a deep congenital awareness that no civilization lasts forever, that the most peaceful prosperity will someday have to end, or maybe it's just human nature

I was overwhelmed with the privilege it is to parent another human being, the luxury of love, the decadence of caring.

He consorted with prostitutes and poets...and with persons even worse.

Luxury, that baneful poison, has unstrung and enfeebled her sons.

A lobster bisque ought to be the crowning glory of the potager. And this one was excellent. Silky as a gigolo's compliment and fishy as a chancellor's promise.

I didn't like the '80s at all; it was a vulgar moment of fashion.

There've been times when I've bought a whole pound of cheese and walked down the street and eaten it in one go.

I usually love to enjoy a lavish breakfast.

My guilty pleasure is sugar.

I am a sugar freak.

I usually take the first batch of some ice cream, eat it, and then about an hour later, at halftime of the Sunday night game, I go after a second serving. So I pretty much get a whole gallon of ice cream Sunday night. It's pretty bad.

I never in my life argued with a piece of cake or a bowl of ice cream.

There was shish-kabob for lunch, huge, savory hunks of spitted meat sizzling like the devil over charcoal after marinating seventy-two hours in a secret mixture Milo had stolen from a crooked trader in the Levant, served with Iranian rice and asparagus tips Parmesan, followed by cherries jubilee for dessert and then steaming cups of fresh coffee with Benedictine and brandy.