These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.
Power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, "Give, give!
The thirst of desire is never filled, nor fully satisfied.
The object of man's desire is not to enjoy once only, and for one instant of time; but to assure for ever, the way of his future desires.
Now, here is the point about the self: it is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuff full.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
Although they posses enough, and more than enough still they yearn for more.
The soul, when accustomed to superfluous things, acquires a strong habit of desiring things which are neither necessary for the preservation of the individual nor for that of the species. This desire is without limit, whilst those which are necessary are few in number and restricted within certain limits; but what is superfluous is without end.
All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.
Treat my first like my last and the last like my first and my thirst is the same as- when I came.
