Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair.
O curse of marriage, that we can call these delicate creatures ours, and not their appetites.
If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.
Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread; they may satisfy appetite for the moment, but there is death in them at the end.
None has more frequent conversations with a disagreeable self than the man of pleasure; his enthusiasms are but few and transient; his appetites, like angry creditors, are continually making fruitless demands for what he is unable to pay; and the greater his former pleasures, the more strong his regret, the more impatient his expectations. A life of pleasure is, therefore, the most unpleasing life.