All he ever really wanted in life was more. He wanted more money, so he parlayed inherited wealth into a billion-dollar pile
of assets. He wanted more fame, so he broke into the Hollywood scene and soon became a filmmaker and star. He wanted more
sensual pleasures, so he paid handsome sums to indulge his every sexual urge. He wanted more thrills, so he designed, built, and
piloted the fastest aircraft in the world. He wanted more power, so he secretly dealt political favors so skillfully that two U.S.
presidents became his pawns. All he ever wanted was more. He was absolutely convinced that more would bring him true
satisfaction. Unfortunately, history shows otherwise. He concluded his life emaciated; colorless; sunken chest;
fingernails in grotesque, inches-long corkscrews; rotting, black teeth; tumors; innumerable needle marks from his drug addiction.
Howard Hughes died believing the myth of more. He died a billionaire junkie, insane by all reasonable standards.
Bill Hybels in Leadership, Vol X, #3 (Summer, 1989), p. 38.