Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There are few retreats, that can escape the penetrating eye of avarice.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
Avarice has ruined more souls than extravagance.
The condition of the wounded touched my heart deeply.
There is something in humility which strangely exalts the heart.
As the arteries grow hard, the heart grows soft.
Avarice is the vice of declining years.
A heart that hurts is a heart that works.
A merry heart doeth good like medicine.
The ear is the avenue to the heart.