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Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in the world.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in the world.
Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of certain income can indulge.
Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of certain income can indulge.
Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon,
So costly were they; carpets, every stitch
Of workmanship read more
Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon,
So costly were they; carpets, every stitch
Of workmanship so rare, they make you wish
You could glide o'er them like a golden fish.
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my
friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: read more
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my
friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: "Give us
the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries."
Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are,
and silently as they throw their silken chains about read more
Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are,
and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart,
enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices.
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his
snuff-box, is like giving a pair read more
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his
snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that
has never a shirt on his back.
Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only indispensable, but positive hindrances to read more
Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.
The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury.
The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury.
On his weary couch
Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch,
Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive read more
On his weary couch
Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch,
Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive beam
That through his lattice peeped derisively.
