In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.
Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, one must please. What pleases you in others, will in general please them in you.
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of the pain.
A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.
Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.
Gluttony is wrong. It's wasteful.
The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.
Pleasure is nothing else but the intermission of pain.