Quotes About Greed

Power calls to those who are hungry for power, and there are hungry idiots everywhere.

He's the sort of man who wants power. He doesn't have it, but he thinks he's entitled to it by birthright. He's incapable of earning what he wants, so he wants what he hasn't earned. The sort of man who, if he wants something, thinks it's all right to take it.

Wanting to play God for your own private purposes, whatever they are, might be what getting greedy is

They may have three or four cars instead of one or two, and they may have two television sets instead of one,

?yilik eden mükafat bekliyorsa, tefecidir.

The happiness and peace attained by those satisfied by the nectar of spiritual tranquillity is not attained by greedy persons restlessly moving here and there.

Racial injustice, war, urban blight, and environmental rape have a common denominator in our exploitative economic system.

Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

After all, addiction is just the last stage of consumerism.

Corruption is like a ball of snow, once it's set a rolling it must increase.

Avarice has ruined more souls than extravagance.

Money doesn't smell", but feels profiteers … ("L'argent n'a pas d'odeur", - Mais sent les profiteurs.)

Money has no smell", but smells the profiteers. ("L'argent n'a pas d'odeur", - Mais sent les profiteurs.) -

Money opens many doors.The door of the coffin, among others. (L'argent ouvre bien des portes. - Celle du cercueil entre autres.)

The werewolf by the moon. The wererat by money. (Loup garou par la lune. - Rat garou par les thunes.)

That's the state to live and die in!… R-r-rich!

Scrooge's wealth goes to hell.

Darkness was cheap, and Scrooge liked it.

Gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of charcoal.

There never were greed and cunning in the world yet, that did not do too much, and overreach themselves. It is as certain as death.

Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner!

These people hated me with the hatred of cupidity and disappointment. As a matter of course, they fawned upon me in my prosperity with the basest meanness.

For again Scrooge saw himself. He was older now, a man in the prime of life. His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of later years, but it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which showed the passion that had taken root, and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall.

And Ralph always wound up these mental soliloquies by arriving at the conclusion, that there was nothing like money.