Quotes About Materialism

Where the ordinary mind sees disaster and confusion, the mind of the philosopher sees the most perfect sequence of cause and effect, and where the materialist sees nothing but endless death, the mystic sees pulsating and eternal life.

There is something nonphilosophical about investing one's pride and ego into a "my house/ library/ car is bigger than that of others in my category"—it is downright foolish to claim to be first in one's category all the while sitting on a time bomb.

Atheism or materialism means treating the dead as if they were unborn, I won't.

Excess wealth, if you don't need it, is a heavy burden.

wealth itself does not really make one happy (above, of course, some subsistence level); but positive changes in wealth may

These impulses to buy new things that will eventually lose their novelty

possessions make us worry about downside, thus acting as a punishment as we depend on them.

Someone who has seen a house collapse knows only too clearly what frail things little vases of flowers and pictures and white walls are. He knows only too well what a house is made of.

Instead of seeking self-esteem through consciousness, responsibility, and integrity, we may seek it through popularity, material acquisitions, or sexual exploits.

happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release...

If love of money is the root of all evil, then having money is the root of all boredom. When you can have everything, you find there's nothing you really want. When you can do anything, you find there's nothing you really care to do. You become lazy. Life feels like a boulder you don't want to lift.

There was never anything wrong with my life. Perhaps that was the problem... The crack in my life was the fact that I had everything I wanted, or could ever want—and when you have it all, boredom grows like a fungus, coating everything you own and everything you feel.

You will take no more than you need, and waste nothing. People will attempt to buy your friendship. They will lavish things upon you. Accept nothing but the barest of human necessities.

Abolishers of the soul (materialists) are necessarily abolishers of hell, they, certainly, are interested. At all events, they are people who fear to live again--lazy people.

the soul has no skin; the soul only has insides that want to sing, finally, can't you hear it, brothers? softly, can't you hear it, brothers? a hot piece of ass and a new Cadillac ain't going to solve a god-damned thing.

Women wanted men who made money, women wanted men of mark. How many classy women were living with skid row bums? Well, I didn't want a woman anyhow. Not to live with. How could men live with women? What did it mean? What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

I've learned to feel good when I feel good. it's better to be driven around in a red porsche than to own one. the luck of the fool is inviolate.

The streets were full of insane and dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.

Devrimin disaridan iceriye dogru degil,iceriden disariya dogru gerceklesmesi gerektigini anlattim ona, asil sorun burada. Bu tiplerin ayaklanma baslar baslamaz yaptiklari ilk sey gidip bir renkli televizyon yagmalamak. Dusmani yari-zeka yapan ayni zehri kendileri icin de istiyorlar.

Vrata su se otvorila. Bio je to muškarac, oko ?etiri i pol decenija, polubogat, polunervozan, s nogama prevelikog broja, prištem na ?elu gore lijevo, sme?im o?ima, kravatom. 2 automobila, 2 ku?e, bez djece. Bazen i sauna, igra na burzi i samo je umjereno glup.

Here in America a man ain't a man unless he's got three or four whores and a late model car. All right, I'm a little drunk. Maybe that's why I mock myself. But put a new car and 3 women on my back and I'm fucked. I don't have a t.v. I don't even have a radio. A big Brazilian cunt who wants to put that thing on me, calls me the last of the monsters.

Tanr?m, tanr?m, çok tuhaf bir dünyada ya??yoruz, dedi. her ÅŸeyimiz var ama hiçbir ÅŸeyimiz yok.

There we were, a shipping clerk and a janitor discussing theories in aesthetics while all about us men drawing 10 times our salaries were lost out on the limb reaching for rotten fruit. What does this say for the American way of life?

Because, like so many of them, he held no beloved idea or philosophy as tightly as his money purse. Take a king or a president or anybody. Put a heavy sack of gold in one hand and a feather-light