Quotes About Greed

The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it.

When all a man has is worldly wealth, he is poor indeed.

Capitalists are no more capable of self-sacrifice than a man is capable of lifting himself up by his own bootstraps.

Riches are a cause of evil, not because, of themselves, they do any evil, but because they goad men on to evil.

Who is the covetous man? One for whom plenty is not enough.

Everywhere do I percieve a certain conspiracy of rich men seeking their own advantage underthat name and pretext of commonwealth.

A selfish man is a thief.

No rich man is a patriot, no rich man is a friend. They have all only got one fatherland the Ritz-Carlton; and one friend the mistress they're promising to divorce their wives for.

Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

But men are so full of greed today, they'll sell anything for a little piece of money.

To be satisfied with what one has; that is wealth. As long as one sorely needs a certain additional amount, that man isn't rich.

Riches are a stronghold in the imagination of a rich man.

Men will never rest till they've spoiled the earth and destroyed the animals.

The lust of gold succeeds the rage of conquest; The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! The last corruption of degenerate man.

Sonic the hedgehog is a beautiful statement on capitalism. You spend your whole life collecting yellow rings and then hit one spike and lose them all. And there is a fat man who wants to kill you.

He must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.

Short-sighted men who in their greed and selfishness will, if permitted, rob our country of half its charm by their reckless extermination of all useful and beautiful wild things.

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.

A kind man who makes good use of wealth is rightly said to possess a great treasure; but the miser who hoards up his riches will have no profit.

No man is really honest; none of us is above the influence of gain.

There is a strange and mighty race of people called the Americans who are rapidly becoming the coldest in the world because of this cruel, man-eating idol, lucre.

Man is almost always as wicked as his needs require.

What, not coins in the bank? Does your purse hang as flaccid as a gelding's scrotum?

America's like this big old clanking, smoking machine that just lumbers across the landscape scooping up and eating everything in sight. Leaves behind a trail of garbage a mile wide. Always needs more fuel.