Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is too little.
I never desired to please the rabble. What pleased them, I did not learn; and what I knew was far removed from their understanding.
Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure.
Death is meaningless to the living because they are living, and meaningless to the dead… because they are dead.
What will happen to me if that which this desire seeks is achieved, and what if it is not?
The magnitude of pleasure reaches its limit in the removal of all pain. When such pleasure is present, so long as it is uninterrupted, there is no pain either of body or of mind or of both together.