We're going to finally wrassle to the ground this gigantic orgasm that is just out of control.
Passionately commenting on the prospect of a Balanced Budget Amendment eliminating the deficit:
He who is himself crossed in love is able from time to time to master his passion, for he is not the creature but the creator of his own misery; and if a lover is unable to control his passion, he at least knows that he is himself to blame for his sufferings. But he who is loved without reciprocating that love is lost beyond redemption, for it is not in his power to set a limit to that other's passion, to keep it within bounds, and the strongest will is reduced to impotence in the face of another's desire.
Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain.
Ambition is like hunger; it obeys no law but its appetite
I have a chicken-wing addiction... I sometimes can't get out of a restaurant without at least trying their chicken wings. So that's my great downfall.
I have to be careful with surfing. It's still an addiction to me. It's all I want to do, and that's the big dilemma I have with it.
I think we have all experienced passion that is not in any sense reasonable.
How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.
To me that's what art is about - when you don't really have any control over your desires to do it.
DNA is like Midas's gold, everyone who touches it goes mad.
With gamblers, it's never enough. You keep thinking on a conscious level that the prize is whatever the pot is. In poker, you may have a certain goal for the day. But the truth is, as soon as you win, more often than not the first thing that comes to mind is: If I'd bet more, I would have won more.
Passion is destructive; if it does not destroy, it dies.
I've always loved donuts. I can't go near one or eat one, because then I'm just done for. I always want more.
The gaming enthusiast that buys a tremendous amount of games is truly insatiable.
When once the woman has tempted us, and we have tasted the forbidden fruit, there is no such thing as checking our appetites, whatever the consequences may be.
You should know our mania for building is stronger than ever. It is a diabolical thing. It consumes money and the more you build, the more you want to build. It's a sickness like being addicted to alcohol.
Unruly ambition is deaf, not only to the advice of friends, but to the counsels and monitions of reason itself.
Is there no end to this escalation of desire?
Paintings are like a beer, only beer tastes good and it's hard to stop drinking beer.
Pleasure is the rock which most young people split upon; they launch out with crowded sails in quest of it, but without a compassto direct their course, or reason sufficient to steer the vessel; for want of which, pain and shame, instead of pleasure, are the returns of their voyage.
Alas, alas, that ever love was sin! I ever followed natural inclination Under the power of my constellation And was unable to deny, in truth, My chamber of Venus to a likely youth.
The difficulty really is psychological and exists in the perpetual torment that results from your saying to yourself, "But how can it be like that?" which is a reflection of uncontrolled but utterly vain desire to see it in terms of something familiar. ... If you will simply admit that maybe Nature does behave like this, you will find her a delightful, entrancing thing. Do not keep saying to yourself, if you can possible avoid it, "But how can it be like that?" because you will get 'down the drain', into a blind alley from which nobody has escaped. Nobody knows how it can be like that.