Quotes About Greed

Law is a Bottomless-Pit, it is a Cormorant, a Harpy, that devours every thing.

They smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash, Mad and stuff because they don't have cash.

A corrupt society is terrible for humanity and great for business.

The economic anarchy of capitalist society as it exists today is, in my opinion, the real source of evil.

Banks are an almost irresistible attraction for that element of our society which seeks unearned money.

And as we are - the world is. That is, if we are greedy, envious, competitive, our society will be competitive, envious, greedy, which brings misery and war. The State is what we are.

In a consumer society there are inevitably two kinds of slaves: the prisoners of addiction and the prisoners of envy.

Planeta ze swoimi ograniczonymi zasobami jest w stanie zaspokoi? ludzkie potrzeby, ale nie ludzk? chciwo??.

A consumerist attitude may lubricate the wheels of the economy; it sprinkles sand into the bearings of morality.

I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, 'Give, give.

If a holy man eats half his loaf, he will give the other half to a beggar. But if a king conquers all the world, he will still seek another world to conquer. —SAADI, PERSIAN POET

Short is the way from need to greed.

There has never been but one question in all civilization-how to keep a few men from saying to many men: You work and earn bread and we will eat it.

The money powers prey upon the nation in times of peace and conspire against it in times of adversity. It is more despotic than a monarchy, more insolent than autocracy, and more selfish than bureaucracy. It denounces as public enemies, all who question its methods or throw light upon its crimes.

the vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience." And

The American poet Vachel Lindsay declaimed:   Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.

BOTH IN Africa and Europe, Leopold's death had promised to mark the end of an era. Many Belgians felt relieved; at last they would be rid of the multiple embarrassments of his youthful mistress, his unseemly quarrels with his daughters, and the sheer nakedness of his greed. But it was soon clear that Leopold's ghost would not vanish so easily. The king who had died while in possession of one of Europe's largest fortunes had tried to take it with him.

For him, colonies existed for one purpose: to make him and his country rich. "Belgium doesn't exploit the world," he complained to one of his advisers. "It's a taste we have got to make her learn.

Of the riches Leopold hoped to find in the Congo, the one that gleamed most brightly in his imagination was ivory.

The great affair, we always find, is to get money.

But the lust for power never dies- men cannot have enough. No one will lift a hand to send it from his door, to give it warning, 'Power, never come again!

The more you want, the more you stand to lose

Much wants more and loses all.

The Flies And The Honey-Pot A NUMBER of Flies were attracted to a jar of honey which had been overturned in a housekeeper's room, and placing their feet in it, ate greedily. Their feet, however, became so smeared with the honey that they could not use their wings, nor release themselves, and were suffocated. Just as they were expiring, they exclaimed, O foolish creatures that we are, for the sake of a little pleasure we have destroyed ourselves. Pleasure bought with pains, hurts.