You can dress up greed, but you can’t stop the stench.

Love in the service of self is greed in disguise.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending of this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

Greed is the fast-track to poverty.

If it has anything to do with me, it has nothing to do with sacrifice.

If it’s about me, I can be assured that there will be a bunch of empty chairs in the auditorium of my life; save the one I’m sitting in.