Want is a growing giant whom the coat of
Have was never large enough to cover.
My belief is that to have no wants is divine; to have as few as possible comes next to the divine.
Advice is seldom welcome; and those who want it the most always like it the least.
Poverty wants some, luxury many, avarice all things.
Want is the mother of industry.
He that wants money, means and content is without three good friends.
He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n, let him not know it and he’s not robb’d at all.
The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desire, is liking cutting off our feet, when we want shoes.
In the world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it. The last is the real tragedy.
There are three wants which can never be satisfied: that the rich, who wants something more; that of the sick, who wants something different; and that of the traveller, who says, “Anywhere but here.”
There are two things to aim at in life: first, to get what you want, and after that to enjoy it. Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second.
So have I loitered my life away, reading books, looking at pictures, going to plays, hearing, thinking, writing on what pleased me best. I have wanted only one thing to make me happy, but wanting that have wanted everything.