...that tender compunction of the honest-minded, so different from the hateful intoxication of criminals...

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.

Salvation of human life requires disclosure of truth through reason, surpassing bigotry.

..English teachers often take a right-wrong stance. I'd rather my students take a thinking stance.

I did martial arts and karate for eight years when I was growing up.

We are witnessing the death of abundance and the borning of austerity, for what may be a long, long time.

A nation that forgets its past can function no better than an individual with amnesia.

--you wouldn't have hurt me like this for nothing. So what have I done? How have I wronged you? Tell me.

If those who had set themselves to explain the various theories of Christianity had set themselves instead to do the will of the Master, how different the world would be now!

Apocalypse does not point to a fiery Armageddon but to the fact that our ignorance and our complacency are coming to an end.

And I exist, I roam but I don't sleep anymore I cry, laugh, scream but I don't remember why.

Friends are like Lighthouses, with the sources of light coming from their hearts.