Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex

Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex

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.

Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Human beings need pleasure the way they need vitamins.

Human beings need pleasure the way they need vitamins.

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 is often spoiled by describing it.

Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.

With the catching ends the pleasure of the chase

With the catching ends the pleasure of the chase

Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated as to cheat.

Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated as to cheat.

Plato divinely calls pleasure the bait of evil, inasmuch as men
are caught by it as fish by a read more

Plato divinely calls pleasure the bait of evil, inasmuch as men
are caught by it as fish by a hook.
[Lat., Divine Plato escam malorum appeliat voluptatem, quod ea
videlicet homines capiantur, ut pisces hamo.]