39 Excess Quotes

His courtesy was somewhat extravagant. He would write and thank people who wrote to thank him for wedding presents and when he encountered anyone as punctilious as himself the correspondence ended only with death.

Versailles was a gulf into which the labor of France poured its earnings; and it was never full.

In Germany I ingested the entire contents of the hotel mini-bar before a show and stuck my fingers in this guy's nostrils because I thought they would fit.

The prevailin' weakness of most public men is to Slop over. G. Washington never slopt over.

If a man watches three football games in a row he should be declared legally dead.

'The bigger, the better - in everything.'

I'd like to stand up for the rights of people who put everything on their burger -- chutney, mustard, pickle, mustard pickle, tomato sauce... It is common knowledge in my family that I can't tell the difference between a veggie burger and a meat one, because the ratio of burger to pickles is so high.

Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders than from the arguments of its opposers.

The mountains of things we throw aware are greater than the things we use. In this, if in no other way, we can see the reckless exuberance of our production and waste seems to be the index.

'I like to walk out of a diner with enough gas to open a Mobil station.'

I will eat exceedingly, and prophesy.

It is the nature of extreme self-lovers, as they will set an house on fire, and it were but to roast their eggs.

Nevere yit Was non, which half so loste his wit Of drinke, as thei of such thing do Which cleped is the jolif wo.

So this, then, is the chamber of the hootchy-kootch. Its bathtub full of orchids. Its closet full of smoke.

'...like how you'd sound if you drank a quart of bourbon, smoked a pack of cigarettes and swallowed a pack of razor blades. . . . Late at night. After not sleeping for three days.' -- Anonymous fan[1]

Le duc imita bientot avec Bande-au-ciel la petite infamie de son ancien ami et il paria, quoique le vit fut enorme, d'avaler trois bouteilles de vin de sens froid pendant qu'on l'enculerait.

Nos quatre libertins, a moitie ivres, mais resolus pourtant d'observer leurs lois, se contenterent de baisers, d'attouchements, mais que leur tete libertine sut assaisonner de tous les raffinements de la debauche et de la lubricite.

No.3 Commando was very anxious to be chums with Lord Glasgow, so they offered to blow up an old tree stump for him and he was very grateful and said don't spoil the plantation of young trees near it because that is the apple of my eye and they said no of course not we can blow a tree down so it falls on a sixpence and Lord Glasgow said goodness you are clever and he asked them all to luncheon for the great explosion. So Col. Durnford-Slater DSO said to his subaltern, have you put enough explosive in the tree?. Yes, sir, 75lbs. Is that enough? Yes sir I worked it out by mathematics it is exactly right. Well better put a bit more. Very good sir. And when Col. D Slater DSO had had his port he sent for the subaltern and said subaltern better put a bit more explosive in that tree. I don't want to disappoint Lord Glasgow. Very good sir. Then they all went out to see the explosion and Col. DS DSO said you will see that tree fall flat at just the angle where it will hurt no young trees and Lord Glasgow said goodness you are clever. So soon they lit the fuse and waited for the explosion and presently the tree, instead of falling quietly sideways, rose 50 feet into the air taking with it ? acre of soil and the whole young plantation. And the subaltern said Sir, I made a mistake, it should have been 7? not 75. Lord Glasgow was so upset he walked in dead silence back to his castle and when they came to the turn of the drive in sight of his castle what should they find but that every pane of glass in the building was broken. So Lord Glasgow gave a little cry and ran to hide his emotions in the lavatory and there when he pulled the plug the entire ceiling, loosened by the explosion, fell on his head. This is quite true.

...Do not betray, do not be excessive, do not kill a newborn child.

When she wakes up in the morning She writes down all her dreams Reads like the Book of Revelations Or the Beano or the unabridged Ulysses Oh, I really wanna know So tell me, Where does all the money go? Where does all the money go? Straight, straight up her nose

'He's gonna PUKE!'

The passions of a revolution are apt to hurry even good men into excesses.

There is moderation even in excess.

Well, yeah, sometimes I get a little too creative.

C'est une ennuyeuse maladie que de conserver sa sante par un trop grand regime.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

'So George, where did it all go wrong?' (The hotel bellboy who delivered champagne to Best's room and found him entertaining a scantily-clad Miss World on a bed covered with his winnings from the casino.)

Our nature hardly allows us to have enough of anything without having too much.

Too much of a good thing can be simply wonderful.[8]

Bigamy is having a wife too many, monogamy is the same.

When we did that album (Vol. 4) it was like one big Roman orgy-we'd be in the Jacuzzi all day doing coke, and every now and then we'd get up to do a song.