Pleasure is a shadow, wealth is vanity, and power a pageant; but knowledge is ecstatic in enjoyment, perennial in frame, unlimited in space and indefinite in duration.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Pleasures take to themselves wings and fly away; true knowledge remains forever.
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.
Pleasure is nothing else but the intermission of pain.
The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.
Every one of our passions and affections hath its natural stint and bound, which may easily be exceeded; whereas our enjoyments can possibly be but in a determinate measure and degree.
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
Pleasure has ever more been represented by poets and by painters as clothed in perpetual smiles and adorned with the richest jewels; and in real life, we have known many who, allured by her deceptions, blandishments, and hollow but showy temptations, have followed as she pointed until ruin has befallen them.
The enjoyment we get from something is powerfully influenced by what we think that thing really is. This is true for intellectual pleasures, such as the appreciation of paintings and stories, and it is true as well for pleasures that seem simpler and more animalistic, such as the satisfaction of hunger and lust.
It is not knowledge, but the act of learning, not possession but the act of getting there, which grants the greatest enjoyment.