Pleasure and pain are the only springs of action in man, and always will be.
Every duty brings its peculiar delight, every denial its appropriate compensation, every thought its recompense, every cross its crown; pay goes with performance as effect with cause.
Pleasure soon exhausts us and itself also; but endeavor never does.
There is the path of earthly joy, and there is the path of earthly pleasure. Both attract the soul. Who follows the first comes to good; who follows pleasures reaches not the End.
An intelligent person does not take part in the sources of misery, which are due to contact with material senses. Such pleasures have a beginning and an end, and so the wise man does not delight in them.
Fishing is a pleasure of retirement, yet the angler has the power to let the fish live or die. Chessplaying is an enjoyable pastime, yet the players are motivated by the idea of war.
To hide her cares her only art; Her pleasure, pleasures to impart.
If by leaving a small pleasure one sees a great pleasure, let a wise man leave the small pleasure, and look to the great.
Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its blossom is shed! Or like the snowfall in the river, A moment white – then melts for ever.
When the idea of any pleasure strikes your imagination, make a just computation between the duration of the pleasure and that of the repentance that is likely to follow it.