So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.

The main reason to love is not to find pleasure but to fill our hearts with love.

Perhaps it's a good time to reconsider pleasure at its roots. Changing out of wet shoes and socks, for instance.

Pleasure is the state of being brought about by what you learn; Learning is the process of entering into experience of this kind of pleasure. No pleasure, no learning. No learning, no pleasure.

Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously.

I believe that man was created to enjoy himself, indeed, that he can claim it as his legitimate right. In fact, as long as he lives, man cannot help enjoying himself, even if he tries not... . Today the average person, when he hears the word pleasure, immediately thinks of something immoral. But nothing could be more wrong.

Cling to nothing for its loss is pain.

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

Toil and pleasure, in their natures opposite, are yet linked together in a kind of necessary connection.

To look forward to pleasure is also a pleasure.

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!

People seem to enjoy things more when they know a lot of other people have been left out on the pleasure.

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

When Pleasure is at the bar the jury is not impartial.

It is not abstinence from pleasures that is best, but mastery over them without being worsted.

Pleasure dies at the very moment when it charms us most.

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

After carrying and collecting like the ant, Enjoy-before the grave worm devours thee.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.

Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.