Sex is... perfectly natural. It's something that's pleasurable. It's enjoyable and it enhances a relationship. So why don't we learn as much as we can about it and become comfortable with ourselves as sexual human beings because we are all sexual?

If one could be friendly with women what a pleasure - the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

We say no to lots of things that would please us. I would like to punch people every now and then but I don't. I would like to have something for free rather than pay for it. I would like to skip to the front of the line... I don't mean to brush aside the taste of meat which is a powerful attraction. But its power is not without limit.

We have a market-driven society so obsessed with buying and selling and obsessed with power and pleasure and property.

I am sure that no man can derive more pleasure from money or power than I do from seeing a pair of basketball goals in some out of the way place.

Next to enjoying ourselves the next greatest pleasure consists in preventing others from enjoying themselves or more generally in the acquisition of power.

I appreciate the 'Surreal Life.' I had a really positive experience on that show and with those people. I found some love in my heart for religion again and had the support of a new family of friends. I wouldn't have had the pleasure of meeting those people if we were not all placed in that fishbowl.

I was very pleased that the positive things about me and my game outshone the aggressive style of play I use. I would never tone that down because I believe in that style of play and I believe that you can play rough on the court and still be a good sport.

I think people in Botswana are pleased that my books paint a positive picture of their lives and portray the country as being very special. They've made a great success of their country and the people are fed up with the constant reporting of only the problems and poverty of the continent. They welcome something which puts the positive side.

I'm pleased to offer analysis of public policy and politics to the millions of Americans who get their news from Fox.

Please don't ask me any questions about the politics of 30 years ago.

Reporters thrive on the world's misfortune. For this reason they often take an indecent pleasure in events that dismay the rest of humanity.

The end of poetry is not to create a physical condition which shall give pleasure to the mind... The end of poetry is not an after-effect not a pleasurable memory of itself but an immediate constant and even unpleasant insistence upon itself.

But I can only write what the muse allows me to write. I cannot choose I can only do what I am given and I feel pleased when I feel close to concrete poetry - still.

I'm not precisely saying that a really good board meeting at the MLA (Museums Libraries and Archives Coucil) makes me want to go and write poetry but there is a pleasure in doing that sort of thing well.

Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.

Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally in the end pleasure.

Even when poetry has a meaning as it usually has it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.

May we be saved from evil thoughts and deed of enemies of world peace who find pleasure in creating havoc and perpetrating all forms of carnage.

If you remember you just have one constituent and that's God himself and if you try to please him I think you usually come with a lot steadier pace and a lot more peace in your life.

A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure a messenger of peace and love a resting place for innocence on earth a link between angels and men.

How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.

Behold the child by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle tickled with a straw.