Quotes About Greed

How many more cars, clothes, toys and trinkets do we really need before we wake up and realize that half the world goes to bed every night with empty stomachs and naked bodies?

Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife.

I'm an introspective guy when there's money in it.

let it be—MONEY! Of course it was money. What else could it be? There was so much stuff he needed: a Mutant Max lunchbox, a Rapper Zapper Blaster, and, of course, the new Terminator Gladiator game he kept seeing advertized on TV. Mom and Dad were so mean and horrible, they wouldn't buy it for him. But he could buy whatever he liked with his own money. So there. Ha ha ha ha ha. Wouldn't Ralph be green with envy when

stole the bank's money. You big fat cheater.

If money be not thy servant, it will be thy master. The covetous man cannot so properly be said to possess wealth, as that may be said to possess him.

Much of what passes for corruption is not simply a matter of greed but rather the by-product of legislators or public officials who feel more obligated to family, tribe, region, or ethnic group than to the national community and therefore divert money in that direction.

Does a 'greased palm' offer a 'slippery shake'?

Para a nossa cobiça o muito é pouco , para a nossa necessidade o pouco é muito

a feeling that blowing off his father's head was the natural and logical way of discovering the contents of the will in which he was mildly interested, a strange indifference to the money that might result—

there is enough in the world for everyone's need, but not enough for everyone's greed.

New York City is a great monument to the power of money and greed... a race for rent.

Her avarice had grown to be her one dominant passion; her love of money for the money's sake brooded in her heart, driving out by degrees every other natural affection.

His stories were so popular that Edwin Lefèvre, the author of the articles in the Saturday Evening Post, assembled them into a bestselling book, Reminiscences of a Stock Operator.24 During the years after the book's publication, Livermore lost the entire $100 million he had made betting on the markets, and then shot himself

We have always known that heedless self-interest was bad morals; we know now that it is bad economics.

We must especially beware of that small group of selfish men who would clip the wings of the American Eagle in order to feather their own nests.

In his struggle for selfish gain, man has often needlessly tipped the scales so that Nature's balance has been destroyed, and the public welfare has usually been on the short-weighted side.

We have always known that heedless self interest was bad morals, we now know that it is bad economics.

A system that has only one goal, the maximization of profits in an endless quest for the accumulation of capital on an ever-ending scale, and which thus seeks to transform every single thing on earth into a community with a price, is a system that is soulless; it can never have a soul, never be green. It can never stand still, but is driven to manipulate and fabricate whims and wants in order to grow and sell more... forever. Nothing is allowed to stand in its path.

In our moments of sober thought we all realize that booms are bad things, not good. But nearly all of us have a secret hankering for another one. " Another little orgy wouldn't do us any harm," is the feeling that persists both downtown and up.

Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it!

Sometimes I think that all mankind exist but to be bought and sold: The rich man's paramour is gold, the poor man's goddess, gold, gold, gold.

But there is also another tendency that is common among people. When they can, they wish to live and prosper at the expense of others.

There is a French adage, "To understand everything is to forgive everything." When one can understand the people, their gullibility and their fear, their greed and their lust for power, their ignorance and their docility to the man who shouts the loudest, one can forgive. Yes, one can forgive even what they did. But one can never forget.