Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change.

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.

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.

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.

Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.

Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.

In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.

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.

Crime is the soul of lust. What would pleasure be if it were not accompanied by crime? It is not the object of debauchery that excites us, rather the idea of evil.

One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.

My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!

For every negative that is a disappointment, there is one that is a joy.

I think isolation is one of the greatest problems, an ever-growing obstacle to political solidarity.

You can't get more appreciation than that, to be elected by the fans. That's the ultimate, really.

My theory is, if you can do comedy and you can be in a scene with someone like Brad Garrett and hold your own, you've really got a future in this business.

[On John F. Kennedy:] ... now he is a legend when he would have preferred to be a man.

If they have to put the word 'natural' on a box to convince you, it probably isn't.

The basic agreement between human beings, indeed what makes them human and makes them social, is language.

When you're in love, you're asking someone else to fulfill all your unfulfilled needs, to make you whole, and to make you feel good about everything, and no one can do that.

Everything without God is pathetically inferior to God without everything.

Players play, tough players win.