Quotes About Surfeit

I've had all the monstrosity I want.

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It is possible to have too much of a good thing.

More companies die from indigestion than starvation.

But even in my life I saw the leaching of spirit. A surfeit of honey cloys the tongue; a surfeit of wine addles the brain; so a surfeit of ease guts a man of strength. Light, warmth, food, water, were free to all men, and gained by a minimum of effort. So the people of Ampridatvir, released from toil, gave increasing attention to faddishness, perversity, and the occult.

From abundance springs satiety.

Surfeit begets insolence, when prosperity comes to a bad man.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

In the developed world, hundreds of millions of us now face the bizarre problem of surfeit. Yet our brains, instincts, and socialized behavior are still geared to an environment of lack. The result? Overwhelm - on an unprecedented scale.

Everything is too much, I felt as I rode wearily after her. Too much blue, too much purple, too much green. The flowers too red, the mountains too high, the hills too near.

I do tend to overdo everything.

From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope of the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, - Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, - A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.

Lnq is too much.

The best things beyond their measure cloy.

Too much engenders too much.

If a little is great, and a lot is better, then way too much is just about right!

Chocolate and wine: there seems to be an ongoing competition to find out which wines will stand up to the generously mouthcoating sweetness of many chocolate desserts. I love chocolate, and I love intensely sweet wines, but I mostly find the prospective surfeit of the two combined a positive turn-off. If we are talking surfeits, I prefer fresh cream with my chocolate, and good coffee to follow, please. There are better things that combine with sweet wines.

When is a horror one horror too many? When have you had enough?