For one of the pleasures of having a rout, / Is the pleasure of having it over.

In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, / Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; / Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, / That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.

A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.

No one can read with profit that which he cannot learn to read with pleasure.

The selfishness of an age that has devoted itself to the mere cult of pleasure has tainted the whole human race with an error that makes all our acts more or less lies against God.

For my part getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.