Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life, and are allured by their appetites to their destruction.
I have never known a man who was sensual in his youth, who was high-minded when old.
If sensuality were happiness, beasts were happier than men; but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the flesh.
Sensual pleasures are like soap bubbles, sparkling, effervescent. The pleasures of intellect are calm, beautiful, sublime, ever enduring and climbing upward to the borders of the unseen world.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.