Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.
A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one’s self, without a companion, and without a single argument.
The man who doesn’t make up his mind to cultivate the habit of thinking misses the greatest pleasure in life.
Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.
It gives me great pleasure, indeed, to see the stubbornness of an incorrigible nonconformist warmly acclaimed.
In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.