Edwin Percy Whipple Quotes

He who takes his fill of every pleasure ... becomes depraved; while he who avoids all pleasures alike ... becomes insensible.

I succumbed to hedonism.

The Italians of today think of the belly, not of the soul.

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

My old modus operandi was, if you're going to have a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich, don't have one, have two. If you're going to have vanilla wafers, you have the whole box.

I'm a hedonist.

Appetite is essentially insatiable, and where it operates as a criterion of both action and enjoyment (that is, everywhere in the Western world since the sixteenth century) it will infallibly discover congenial agencies (mechanical and political) of expression.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

My whole comic persona is that of a guy who explores the id: I romanticize gluttony, I romanticize laziness, and people identify with that.

Sensual excess drives out pity in man.

I am a gourmand. I like to eat. When I have something that I like, I tend to have too much of it. That is a guilty pleasure.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

I have lived a carnal life.

I'm a hedonist when it comes to culinary delights.

Take heed to your selves, lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting and drunkenness.

I eat everything. I love it! I couldn't deny myself food. What a waste of a life.

My life screams out and says one thing: 'indulgence.' I am a person who would never deny myself anything.

Men who only live to eat.

Not on morality, but on cookery, let us build our stronghold: there brandishing our frying-pan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil, and live at ease on the fat things he has provided for his elect!

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.

The more hedonistic you were, the better...I very much subscribed to that as a young artist.

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return--Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.

I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.

My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?