William Shenstone Quotes

Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.

You can't take anything with you. So I don't understand this whole psychotic area of greed, I don't get it.

The miser deprives himself of his treasure because of his desire for it.

The pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell.

You get rid of the fear of death by understanding that it is an integral fact of our existence. You do that through will and reason.

Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.

To suspect your own mortality is to know the beginning of terror, to learn irrefutably that you are mortal is to know the end of terror.

Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.

I have really bad anxiety and OCD. I get afraid of everyone I know dying.

I mean, we're all going to die. We know that on an intellectual level. We figure it out when we're still fairly young, and it scares us so badly that we convince ourselves we're immortal for more than a decade afterwards.

Avarice begets more vices than Priam did children and like Priam survives them all. It starves its keeper to surfeit those who wish him dead, and makes him submit to more mortifications to lose heaven than the martyr undergoes to gain it.

The Fear of Death often proves Mortal.

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?

He that shrinks from the grave with too great a dread, has an invisible fear behind him pushing him into it.

There are two considerations which always imbitter the heart of an avaricious man--the one is a perpetual thirst after more riches, the other the prospect of leaving what he has already acquired.

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. He that sinks under the fatigue of getting wealth, lulls his age with the milder business of saving it

The covetous person is full of fear; and he or she who lives in fear will ever be a slave.

When money is unreasonably coveted, it is a disease of the mind which is called avarice.

There is only one vice, which may be found in life with as strong features, and as high a colouring as needs be employed by any satyrist or comic poet; and that is AVARICE.

I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.

Every day I wake up like, "This might be my last day, and I'm not scared of it. I'm gonna go out there, do what I gotta do; I ain't gonna let nothing stop me." Nothing puts any fear in my heart. I'm never scared to bite my tongue about something, or never be scared to come out and speak about something - that's what I mean. Like, I ain't scared of death. What you gonna do to me?

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.

Death is like thunder in two particulars; we are alarmed, at the sound of it; and it is formidable only from that which preceded it.

At best you can hold death at bay, you can pretend it isn't there; but to deny it totally is a sickness. And I think that horror fiction is one of the ways to approach these problems, and, perversely perhaps, to enjoy a vicarious confrontation with them.

People die of fright and live of confidence.