“Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.”
“It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.”
“There's a capacity for appetite... that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy”
“The sole purpose of existence is to open oneself to sensation and to satisfy all appetites as they arise.”
“I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.”
“Destiny is not to be trifled with. Do not commit the tragic error of satisfying present appetite at the cost of future fulfilment”