The truth is that human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. They hunt in packs. Their packs scour the desert and vanish screaming into the wilderness.
You should never postpone your pleasures, that there was no guarantee that you would live another day.
Why not seize the pleasure at once? — How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!
When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.
What is called happiness is an abstract idea, composed of various ideas of pleasure; for he who has but a moment of pleasure is not a happy man, in like manner that a moment of grief constitutes not a miserable one.
This self-love is the instrument of our preservation; it resembles the provision for the perpetuity of mankind; it is necessary, it is dear to us, it gives us pleasure, and we must conceal it.