Are Not Laws Dangerous Which Inhibit The

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.

Is It Not A Strange Blindness On Our Part To Teach Publicly The Techniques Of Warfare And To Reward With Medals Those Who Prove To Be The Most Adroit Killers?

Lust's Passion Will Be Served; It Demands, It Militates, It Tyrannizes.

Here Am I: At One Stroke Incestuous, Adulteress, Sodomite, And All That In A Girl Who Only Lost Her Maidenhead Today! What Progress, My Friends With What Rapidity I Advance Along The Thorny Road Of Vice!

Happiness Is An Abstraction, It Is A Product Of The Imagination, It Is A Way Of Being Moved, Which Depends Entirely On Our Way Of Seeing And Feeling.