All Universal Moral Principles Are Idle Fancies.

There Is No More Lively Sensation Than That Of Pain; Its Impressions Are Certain And Dependable, They Never Deceive As May Those Of The Pleasure Women Perpetually Feign And Almost Never Experience.

In Order To Know Virtue, We Must First Acquaint Ourselves With Vice.

The Mirror Sees The Man As Beautiful, The Mirror Loves The Man; Another Mirror Sees The Man As Frightful And Hates Him; And It Is Always The Same Being Who Produces The Impressions.

No Kind Of Sensation Is Keener And More Active Than That Of Pain Its Impressions Are Unmistakable.

God Strung Up His Own Son Like A Side Of Veal. I Shudder To Think What He Would Do To Me.