Avarice is the sphincter of the heart. – Matthew Green
Or to some coffee-house I stray,
For news, the manna of the day,
And from the hipp – Matthew Green
Avarice is the sphincter of the heart. – Matthew Green
Or to some coffee-house I stray,
For news, the manna of the day,
And from the hipp – Matthew Green
From top to bottom of the ladder, greed is aroused without knowing where to find ultimate foothold. Nothing can calm it, since its goal is far beyond all it can attain. Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned. – Emile Durkheim