But pleasures are like poppies spread;
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.
Or like the read more

But pleasures are like poppies spread;
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white--then melts forever.

Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind read more

Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability.

We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.

We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.

Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to
the true.
[Lat., Ficta voluptatis causa read more

Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to
the true.
[Lat., Ficta voluptatis causa sint proxima veris.]

Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each read more

Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation.

Look upon the world as your enemy because only then the gifts it gives will give you immense pleasure.

Look upon the world as your enemy because only then the gifts it gives will give you immense pleasure.

Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.

Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.

O Athenians, what toil do I undergo to please you!

O Athenians, what toil do I undergo to please you!

The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.

The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.