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.
Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.
Avarice is as destitute of what it has, as poverty of what it has not.
There's no such thing as enough.
Our minds possess by nature an insatiable desire to know the truth.
His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.
Nowadays the world is becoming increasingly materialistic, and mankind is reaching toward the very zenith of external progress, driven by an insatiable desire for power and vast possessions. Yet by this vain striving for perfection in a world where everything is relative,they wander even further away from inward peace and happiness of the mind.
Appetites have only one word in their vocabulary - MORE. Appetites are never fully and finally satisfied. Even after the most satisfying meal imaginable, we eventually find ourselves rummaging through the pantry for a snack.
The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames
I don't think you'll ever get enough picking.
It's like heroin: You do a little and you want a little bit more. Raising prices is the easy way.
It is difficult if not impossible to find some reasonable limit for acquiring more and more property.
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
I will never be satisfied, like the Olympics.
Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become.
Ambition has its disappointments to sour us, but never the good fortune to satisfy us. Its appetite grows keener by indulgence and all we can gratify it with at present serves but the more to inflame its insatiable desires.
the truly covetous have never enough!
The thirst of desire is never filled, nor fully satisfied.
The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.
Enough is ever-receding.
Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants.
Too much is never enough.
Who is the covetous man? One for whom plenty is not enough.
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.
Power, like vanity, is insatiable. Nothing short of omnipotence could satisfy it completely.
