Quotes About Greed

To be clever enough to get all the money, one must be stupid enough to want it.

Men's opinions are based on the size of their bank balance. To have or not to have, as Shakespeare would say.' 'Before

if you were older you might agree with me. you might say that real love steals nothing. you might say that real love leaves a person intact. you would be wrong, jane. love is a greedy toddler who knows only the word 'mine.

?loveški rod ni ve? skromen. Nima ?aš?enja. Je aroganten in poln lastne tehnologije. Stalno se zavaja s svojimi iluzijami, da obvladuje svoje stvari, in tako ustvarja kaos in še vedno ho?e videti, da je svet nemogo?e obvladati. Jemljemo od Zemlje in drug drugega. Uni?ujemo gozdove, oceane, in ozra?je. Drug drugega zasužnjujemo, mu?imo pretepamo, ponižujemo in morimo.

Leaving traces of ourselves, as in creative productivity, could then be seen as part of the definition of consciousness for us as well. We know that in order to progress we must stretch for something just out of reach--if only for a life that will be more compassionate and decent than the cruelty, paranoia, greed, narrow corporatism, or narcissism we mostly indulge in and find such ample justification for. And so we dream.

These parasites that we refer to as politicians, are nothing but corporate strippers on paid vacation.

Wars are fought for the gain of the few, over power, women, and commodities. Fortunate are women and those few, that men are such fools.

You have 62 people worth the amount the bottom three and a half billion people are worth. Sixty-two people! You could put them all in one bloody bus… then crash it!

The Barbary powers, with their mixture of greed, religious fanaticism, and self-interest, would not listen to reason. They

Why would they destroy the forest, the mountains . . . the very land?" "For the coal. They blast the tops off the mountains to get to the coal." Krampus shook his head, his face bewildered. "It is like cutting off one's own arm to feed one's self.

Hatred and greed are heavy loads. Your motive, on the other hand, is love. And instead of priding yourselves on your cunning, you recognize how weak you are...so weak that you must depend totally on the Spirit of God.

Pretty much all of us are greedy, some for money, some for adulation, some for power, but all greedy nevertheless. Some few among us have the opportunity to act on our greed, while most of us are confined to pursuing our greed in minor ways

in becoming human, man had acquired, together with his straight legs and striding walk, a migratory 'drive' or instinct to walk long distances through the seasons; that this 'drive' was inseparable from his central nervous system; and that, when warped in conditions of settlement, it found outlets in violence, greed, status-seeking or a mania for the new. This

There are too many King Midases loose in the world. They do not have the Midas touch: they have the Midas look. They see nothing but money.... The universe, to them, is a balance-sheet: their minds are adding-machines: their hearts beat in tune with the ticker.

We had a lot of chances to take steps to save our world, and we blew them all, Jane. All of them. We were greedy and stupid and shortsighted, and we threw all our chances away.

Dzi? zreszt? role nasze si? zmieniaj?. Wasza ?ar?oczna Europa zdycha, jak klacz, która z?ama?a nog? przed ostatni? przeszkod?. Zdycha, nie zd??ywszy po?re? wszystkiego, ze zd?awionym od zbytniej ?apczywo?ci prze?ykiem. Nie jest to przypadek, ?e zaraz?, która j? dobija, jest d?uma, nasza stara azjatycka znajoma.

The Roaring Eighties were a new gilded age, where winning was celebrated at all costs.

Through all the machismo, through all the greed, through all the discussion of shareholder values, it all came down to this: John Gutfreund and Tom Strauss were prepared to scrap the largest takeover of all time because their firm's name would go on the right side, not the left side, of a tombstone advertisement buried among the stock tables at the back of The Wall Street Journal and The New York Times.

The folly of endless consumerism sends us on a wild goose-chase for happiness through materialism.

What Makes Sammy Run?

I know the goddam trouble with me, I thought. Enough brains to see it and not enough guts to stand up to it. Thousands of us, millions of us, corrupted, rootless, career-ridden, good hearts and yellow bellies, living out our lives for the easy buck, the soft berth, indulging ourselves in the illusion that we can deal in filth without becoming the thing we touch.

Speculation is most dangerous when it looks easiest.

They are the most insidious propagandists ever to cloak self-serving greed with pseudo-patriotism.

Within are shabby shelves, ranged round with old decanters, bottles, flasks; and in those jaws of swift destruction, like another cursed Jonah (by which name indeed they called him), bustles a little withered old man, who, for their money, dearly sells the sailors deliriums and death.