I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September the bad pop star recordings of Christmas carols the decorations that don't know when to come down.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

As scarce as truth is the supply has always been in excess of the demand.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness for it is an injury to the living and the dead know it not.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Excess is success.

Remember I come from such an excessively overdone red-carpet place called Hollywood. So I'm used to people blowing up their success in ways that are far above and beyond the truth.

The disruptive powers of excessive national fecundity may have played a greater part in bursting the bonds of convention than either the power of ideas or the errors of autocracy.

Where an excess of power prevails property of no sort is duly respected. No man is safe in his opinions his person his faculties or his possessions.

It is the belief that extremes and excesses of inequality must be reduced so that each person is free to fully develop his or her full potential. This is why we take precious time out of our lives and give it to politics.