Why not seize the pleasure at once? — How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!
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.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
You should never postpone your pleasures, that there was no guarantee that you would live another day.
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.
When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
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.
To indulge ourselves with pleasures only in so far as they are necessary for preserving health.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom’s treasure, there is no sterner moralist than Pleasure.
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.
Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
