Destruction, Hence, Like Creation, Is One Of

If The Objects Who Serve Us Feel Ecstacy, They Are Much More Often Concerned With Themselves Than With Us, And Our Own Enjoyment Is Consequently Impaired. The Idea Of Seeing Another Person Experience The Same Pleasure Reduces One To A Kind Of Equality Which Spoils The Unutterable Charms That Come From Despotism.

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.

How Delicious To Corrupt, To Stifle All Semblances Of Virtue And Religion In That Young Heart!

What Does One Want When One Is Engaged In The Sexual Act? That Everything Around You Give You Its Utter Attention, Think Only Of You, Care Only For You...every Man Wants To Be A Tyrant When He Fornicates.

Love Is Stronger Than Pride