Wishes, at least, are the easy pleasures of the poor.

The pleasures and the cares of the luckiest ambition, even of limitless power, are nothing next to the intimate happiness that tenderness and love…

— Stendhal

“A premature death does not only rob one of the countless instances where one would have experienced pleasure, it also saves one from the…

— Mokokoma Mokhonoana

As far as pleasures, you've got to have limits. You shouldn't have too much of good things, so you'll always have a desire for…

— Compay Segundo

There is no satisfying the senses, not even with a shower of money. "The senses are of slight pleasure and really suffering." When a…

— Gautama Buddha

Pleasures of worse natures Are gladly entertained, and they that shun us Practice in private sports the stews would blush at.

— Philip Massinger

My position is such that there is no necessity for me to enter into competition with struggling humanity. As to expensive and ruinous pleasures,…

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

Most pleasures embrace us but to strangle.

— Michel de Montaigne

It is only a poor sort of happiness that could ever come by caring very much about our own pleasures. We can only have…

— George Eliot

In order to increase his pleasures, man has intentionally added to the number and pressure of his needs, which in their original state were…

— Arthur Schopenhauer

One of life's few really reliable pleasures: to have a family you love, and to leave them for a week.

— Mignon McLaughlin

Mental pleasures never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by reputation, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment.

— Charles Caleb Colton

...pleasure, of course, is a slippery word… Our pleasures ultimately belong to us, not to the pleasure's so

— Billy Collins

The greatest of all pleasures is the pleasure of learning.

— Aristotle

For let me tell you, that the more the pleasures of the body fade away, the greater to me is the pleasure and charm…

— Plato

The pleasures of writing correspond exactly to the pleasures of reading

— Vladimir Nabokov