Pleasure (n.) is increased by rarity — those which occur most rarely give the greatest delight.
Pleasure (n.) is not inherent, but cultural — Nothing really pleasant or unpleasant subsists by nature, but all things become so by habit.
Pleasure (n.) fails the scales of the good: the good must be stable enough to trust and fit to take pride in, and the pleasure of the moment is neither.
Pleasure (n.) should be the servant of duty, an attendant that rouses our zeal, never the master of the house.
Pleasure (n.) cannot be the good: a sense of shame, also from nature, makes us blush at saying so.
Pleasure (n.) should be made to wait: picture the moment of enjoying it, then the moment of regretting it, and then how glad you would be to have refused.