Pleasure is not happiness. It has no more importance than a shadow following a man.
O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! O for an iceberg or two at control! O for a vale that at midday the dew cumbers! O for a pleasure trip up to the pole!
The swan is not without cause dedicated to Apollo, because foreseeing his happiness in death, he dies with singing and pleasure. [Lat., Cignoni non sine causa Apoloni dicata sint, quod ab eo divinationem habere videantur, qua providentes quid in morte boni sit, cum cantu et voluptate moriantur.]
And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive believer can be seen to risk the torments of the afterlife for the smallest pleasure.
To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.
But no pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage ground of Truth.
The variety of all things forms a pleasure.
Variety's the source of joy below, From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow, In books and love the mind one end pursues, And only change the expiring flames renews.
For variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something. [Ger., Weil Verschiedenheit des Nichts mehr ergotzt, als Einerleiheit des Etwas.]
When our old Pleasures die, Some new One still is nigh; Oh! fair Variety!
No pleasure endures unseasoned by variety.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
The most delightful pleasures cloy without variety.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
Revenge is the abject pleasure of an abject mind.
That which leads us to the performance of duty by offering pleasure as its reward, is not virtue, but a deceptive copy and imitation of virtue. [Lat., Nam quae voluptate, quasi mercede aliqua, ad officium impellitur, ea non est virtus sed fallax imitatio simulatioque virtutis.]
Ah, Eugénie, have done with virtues! Among the sacrifices that can be made to those counterfeit divinities, is there one worth an instant of the pleasures one tastes in outraging them?
Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.
Love is not getting, but giving. Not a wild dream of pleasure and a madness of desire--oh, no--love is not that! It is goodness and honor and peace and pure living Yes, love is that and it is the best thing in the world and the thing that lives the longest.
There is no small pleasure in sweet water. [Lat., Est in aqua dulci non invidiosa voluptas.]
'Tis a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's pain-- Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain.