The truth is that men can have several sorts of pleasure. The true pleasure is the one for which they abandon the other.[Les hommes peuvent avoir plusieurs sortes de plaisirs. Le véritable est celui pour lequel ils quittent l’autre.]
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.
The happiest is he who suffers the least pain; the unhappiest is he who feels the least pleasure.[Le plus heureux est celui qui souffre le moins de peines; le plus misérable est celui qui sent le moins de plaisir.]
Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.
Pleasure is Nature’s test, her sign of approval. When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy.
Pleasure being caused by the union of sensation and sentiment, we can say without fear of contradiction that pleasures are a sort of material ideas.