If one oversteps the bounds of moderation, the greatest pleasures cease to please.

It is the nature of the wise to resist pleasures, but the foolish to be a slave to them.

When the sword is once drawn, the passions of men observe no bounds of moderation.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures

Pleasures are all alike simply considered in themselves: he that hunts, or he that governs the commonwealth, they both please themselves alike, only we commend that, whereby we ourselves receive some benefit.