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The superfluity of the rich is necessary to the poor. If you hold on to superfluous items, then, your are keeping what belongs to someone else.
— Luxury
The superfluity of the rich is necessary to the poor. If you hold on to superfluous items, then, your are keeping what belongs to someone else.
If we singled out a brand for each product category to make it a luxury icon, we would have Krug or Dom Perignon for champagne, Guerlain for fragrance and cosmetics, Hermès for leather goods, and maybe, in ladies' ready-to-wear, Armani or Valentino. For men's suits, Brioni could be the ultimate luxury, and Van Cleef & Arpels could be considered a special and distinctive brand of jewelry.
It is monstrous for one to live in luxury while many are in want.
Where could I find enough leather to cover the whole earth? But by the leather of one pair of sandals the earth will be covered.
There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ouselves we feel that no one else has the right to blame us.
Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
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.
Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon,You could glide o'er them like a golden fish.
Blest hour! It was a luxury—to be!
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
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."
Fell luxury! more perilous to youthThan storms or quicksands, poverty or chains.
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.
On his weary couchThat through his lattice peeped derisively.
Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.
Rings put upon his fingers,Would not the beggar then forget himself?
Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
