God strung up his own son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he would do to me.

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.

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

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

The aim of the gospel is the creation of people who are passionate for doing good rather than settling for the passionless avoidance of evil.

Exigencies create the necessary ability to meet and conquer them.

So money is not the answer to problems; wealth mentality is.

Satan does not care whether he drags you down to hell as a Calvinist or as an Arminian, so long as he can get you there.

I've lived through deaths in my family and I've lived through separations in my family so those are the big ones. Those are the ones that press the biggest buttons in human beings' lives.

I think husbands and wives should live in separate houses. If there's enough money, the children should live in a third.

Have you forgotten when those towers fell, we had neighbors still inside. And you say we shouldn't worry about Bin Laden, have you forgotten?

Somebody that comes and dumps a brand-new album on me and doesn't play the old stuff, I'm pissed!

We need art as much as we need good works. You need it like food. You need it for inspiration to keep going on the days that your low. We need each other in that way.

Even a faithful mistress can be bent by constant threats.