All animals except man know that the ultimate of life is to enjoy it.
Catching something is purely a byproduct of our fishing. It is the act of fishing that wipes away all grief, lightens all worry, dissolves all fear and anxiety.
Let us live, while we are alive!
Life is an end in itself, and the only question as to whether it is worth living is whether you have had enough of it.
I take it as a prime cause of the present confusion of society that it is too sickly and too doubtful to use pleasure as a test of value.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
Life is about enjoying yourself and having a good time.
All men seek one goal: success or happiness.
The goal of all civilization, all religious thought, and all that sort of thing is simply to have a good time. But man gets so solemn over the process that he forgets the end.
The business of life is to enjoy oneself; everything else is a mockery.
The true object of human life is play.
Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have before you die; do not outlive yourself.
Pleasure is the object, duty and the goal of all rational creatures.
Pleasure is the only thing to live for. Nothing ages like happiness.
I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.
Life exists for the love of music or beautiful things.
There is only one meaning of life: the act of living itself.
The main obligation is to amuse yourself.
From his cradle to the grave, a man never does a single thing which has any first and foremost object save one-to secure peace of mind, spiritual comfort, for himself.
I take it that what all men are really after is some form of, perhaps only some formula of, peace.
