The avaricious man is like the barren sandy ground of the desert which sucks in all the rain and dew with greediness, but yields no fruitful herbs or plants for the benefit of others.
Avarice, in old age, is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey’s end?
The miser acquires, yet fears to use his gains.
The miser is as much in want of what he has as of what he has not.
Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them; for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
Though an avaricious man possesses wealth, An envious man possesses another’s goods, And an ill-minded man possesses his learning – None of these can produce lasting pleasure.
It is astonishing how well men wear when they think of no one but themselves.
An immoderate desire of riches is a poison lodged in the mind. It contaminates and destroys everything that was good in it. It is no sooner rooted there, than all virtue, all honesty, all natural affection, fly before the face of it.
Avarice, the spur of industry.
Avarice is generally the last passion of those lives of which the first part has been squandered in pleasure, and the second devoted to ambition.