The flower that we do not pluck is the only one that never loses its beauty or its fragrance.
There is no sense of weariness like that which closes a day of eager and unintermitted pursuit of pleasure.—The apple is eaten and the core sticks in the throat.—Expectation has given way to ennui, and appetite to satiety.
With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe.
Some are cursed with the fulness of satiety; and how can they bear the ills of life, when its very pleasures fatigue them!
With much we surfeit; plenty makes us poor.
Attainment is followed by neglect, possession by disgust, and the malicious remark of the Greek epigrammatist on marriage, may be applied to many another course of life, that its two days of happiness are the first and the last.
Satiety comes of too frequent repetition; and he who will not give himself leisure to be thirsty can never find the true pleasure of drinking.
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness, and in the taste confounds the appetite.
A surfeit of the sweetest things the deepest loathing to the stomach brings.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.
The most voluptuous and loose person breathing, were he tied to follow his hawks and his hounds, his dice and his courtships every day, would find it the greatest torment and calamity that could befall him; he would fly to the mines and galleys for his recreation.
Pleasure, when it is a man's chief purpose, disappoints itself; and constant application to it palls the faculty of enjoying it, and leaves the sense of our inability for what we wish, with a disrelish of everything else. The intermediate seasons of the man of pleasure are more heavy than one would impose upon the vilest criminal.