Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.

Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.

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.

I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
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I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!

The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain.

The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain.

Pleasure's couch is virtue's grave.

Pleasure's couch is virtue's grave.

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.]

Pleasure blinds (so to speak) the eyes of the mind, and has no
fellowship with virtue.
[Lat., Voluptas read more

Pleasure blinds (so to speak) the eyes of the mind, and has no
fellowship with virtue.
[Lat., Voluptas mentis (ut ita dicam) praestringit oculos, nec
habet ullum cum virtute commercium.]

Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.

Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.