Pleasure (n.) made the measure of everything so degrades the mind that it can raise its eyes to nothing lofty.
Pleasure (n.) made the root of every act of choice and avoidance is a doctrine in the last degree unworthy of the dignity of man.
Pleasure (n.) needs no proof, any more than that fire is hot, snow white, honey sweet: it is enough merely to draw attention to it.
Pleasure (n.) is what every animal seeks as soon as it is born, delighting in it as the Chief Good while it recoils from pain as the Chief Evil.
Pleasure (n.) is never rejected because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue it rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful.
Pleasure (n.) at its greatest is not a tickle of the senses but the complete removal of pain.
Pleasure (n.) may vary in kind once pain is wholly absent, but it cannot vary in intensity or degree.
Pleasure (n.) is impossible without living wisely, honourably and justly — and no one can live wisely, honourably and justly without living pleasantly.
Pleasure (n.) is so abandoned a character that she should never be introduced into the company of those honourable ladies the Virtues; her very name is suspect.
Pleasure (n.) is the feeling of a man eating a good dinner, pain that of one being broken on the rack; between them lies a vast multitude feeling neither.
Pleasure (n.) is still pleasure; it is simply not the Chief Good.
Pleasure (n.) can be had at the provision-dealer's; there is nothing creditable in it.
Pleasure (n.) can produce no famous men as her witnesses; in her discourses history is dumb.
Pleasure (n.) sits like a queen on a throne, with the Virtues standing beside her as handmaids, whispering only that she beware of offending public opinion.
Pleasure (n.) is a feeling known to every sparrow.
Pleasure (n.) as the wise man's aim is like Xerxes bridging the Hellespont and cutting through Athos to procure some honey from Hymettus.
Pleasure (n.) without intermission, every sense drenched in delight, is a day that no one worthy to be called human would choose to pass.
Pleasure (n.) is a fruitful source of treasons, revolutions and secret communications with the enemy.
Pleasure (n.) that is more than ordinarily violent and lasting darkens all the light of the soul.
Pleasure (n.) hinders thought, is a foe to reason, and, so to speak, blinds the eyes of the mind.