Will Cotton Quotes

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman - or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.

In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.

The more you have, the more you want L'appetit vient en mangeant

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

Once you taste the sweet honey, you want more of that.

Food, sex, and liquor create their own appetite.

Too much of a good thing is wonderful.

Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.

There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.

There is no end of craving. Hence contentment alone is the best way to happiness. Therefore, acquire contentment.

I'm a simple man. All I want is enough sleep for two normal men, enough whiskey for three, and enough women for four.

How sweet it is!

Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.

So if I have two pieces of cake, do I have twice as good an experience as the first piece of cake? One of the things I've found in life is that the first piece of cake is the best.

Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.

I always want more.

There are a lot of things that we crave, there are a lot of things that would make us perhaps more fulfilled in a sensory way that we just say no to.

We tend to connect bad food and bad habits with romance and sex.

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.

'Pleasure' is a word I think about a lot, as opposed to 'entertainment.' They are very, very different.

I want to be the girl with the most cake.

It is a curious fact that no man likes to call himself a glutton, and yet each of us has in him a trace of gluttony, potential or actual. I cannot believe that there exists a single coherent human being who will not confess, at least to himself, that once or twice he has stuffed himself to bursting point on anything from quail financiere to flapjacks, for no other reason than the beastlike satisfaction of his belly.

Aphrodite is about lust and gluttony - the only two sins worth committing, in my opinion.

Love and sausage are alike. Can never have enough of either.