Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex

Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex

Anticipation makes the pleasure.

Anticipation makes the pleasure.

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.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There read more

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.

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.

In everything satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.
[Lat., Omnibus in rebus voluptatibus maximis fastidium finitimum
est.]

In everything satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.
[Lat., Omnibus in rebus voluptatibus maximis fastidium finitimum
est.]

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.]

The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.

The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.

Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.

Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.