Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.

Our expense is almost all for conformity. It is for cake that we all run in debt.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Luxury either comes of riches or makes them necessary; it corrupts at once rich and poor, the rich by possession and the poor by covetousness.

They must know but little of mankind who can imagine that, after they have been once seduced by luxury, they can ever renounce it.

What nature requires is obtainable, and within easy reach. It's for the superfluous we sweat.

Men first feel necessity, then look for utility, next attend to comfort, still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow dissolute in luxury, and finally go mad and waste their substance.

Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities.

Some people think luxury is the opposite of poverty. It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity.