In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.
One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.
It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
Sex should be a perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Without that symmetry, sex becomes a routine rather than an indulgence.
Let us give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest, and we will always be happy...Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice.
We monsters are necessary to nature also.
Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.
If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.
I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.
We are no guiltier in following the primative impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves.
Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change.
Sex without pain is like food without taste
Happiness lies only in that which excites, and the only thing that excites is crime.
Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.
And if I were a naughty little boy, the idea is to spank me into good behavior?
I've been to Hell. You've only read about it.
You say that my way of thinking cannot be tolerated? What of it? The man who alters his way of thinking to suit othere is a fool. My way of thinking is the result of my reflections. It is part of my inner being,the way I am made. I do not contradict them, and would not even if I wished to. For my system, which you disapprove of is also my greatest comfort in life, the source of all my happiness -it means more to me than my life itself.
My passions, concentrated on a single point, resemble the rays of a sun assembled by a magnifying glass: they immediately set fire to whatever object they find in their way.
How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us, we devastate the world, we repopulate it with new objects which, in turn, we immolate. The means to every crime is ours, and we employ them all, we multiply the horror a hundredfold.
Why do you complain of your fate when you could so easily change it?
Imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen, atheistic to the point of fanaticism, there you have me in a nutshell, and kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change.
God strung up his own son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he would do to me.
The debility to which Nature condemned women incontestably proves that her design is for man, who then more than ever enjoys his strength, to exercise it in all the violent forms that suit him best, by means of tortures, if he be so inclined, or worse.
Social order at the expense of liberty is hardly a bargain.
Don't have children: they deform women's bodies and turn into an enemy 20 years later.
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