A Quote by Marcus Tullius Cicero

The avarice of the old: it's absurd to increase one's luggage as one nears the journey's end. — © Marcus Tullius Cicero
The avarice of the old: it's absurd to increase one's luggage as one nears the journey's end.
Advice in old age is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey's end.
What the object of senile avarice may be I cannot conceive. For can there be anything more absurd than to seek more journey money, the less there remains of the journey?
Make philosophy thy journey, theology thy journey's end: philosophy is a pleasant way, but dangerous to him that either tires or retires; in this journey it is safe neither to loiter nor to rest, till thou hast attained thy journey's end; he that sits down a philosopher rises up an atheist.
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
The extra luggage of indiscriminate dreams, desires and attachments will make your life's journey miserable.
Ours is a divine journey; therefore, this journey has neither a beginning nor an end... This journey has a goal, but it does not stop at any goal, for it has come to realise that today's goal is only the starting point of tomorrow's journey.
Every president, as he nears the end of his final term in office, thinks about his place in history.
I personally go to the airport looking like a homeless person, because I think people will leave me alone. But I dress myself with my luggage - all my luggage matches.
It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
When I was 12 years old, I met Bushwick Bill at the Houston Airport. He was by himself and with a whole, big ole thing of luggage - about 10 people worth of luggage. He was just sitting there by himself, asleep, knocked out at about noon or one in the afternoon. Me not knowing no better, I walk up to him, wake him up like, 'Man, you Bushwick Bill?'
The journey from love to love. This is the journey all of us are on- what happens between teh beginning and end of the journey is your life.
When you are on a journey, and the end keeps getting further and further away, then you realize that the real end is the journey.
I'm a very light packer. I don't like checking in luggage. I only like hand luggage.
Frank once slipped something into the pocket of a luggage handler at the airport and said: "Have a drink on me." The luggage handler later found out it was a tea bag.
I've always been literally a lover of the absurd. I think the absurd gives a new dimension to reality and even to common sense. And life, you know, on an everyday basis, is absurd, or may turn out to be absurd. There's no reality without absurdity.
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