Destruction, Hence, Like Creation, Is One Of

All Universal Moral Principles Are Idle Fancies.

Cruelty, Very Far From Being A Vice, Is The First Sentiment Nature Injects In Us All. The Infant Breaks His Toy, Bites His Nurse's Breast, Strangles His Canary Long Before He Is Able To Reason; Cruelty Is Stamped In Animals, In Whom, As I Think I Have Said, Nature's Laws Are More Emphatically To Be Read Than In Ourselves; Cruelty Exists Amongst Savages, So Much Nearer To Nature Than Civilized Men Are; Absurd Then To Maintain Cruelty Is A Consequence Of Depravity. . . . Cruelty Is Simply The Energy In A Man Civilization Has Not Yet Altogether Corrupted: Therefore It Is A Virtue, Not A Vice.

She Had Already Allowed Her Delectable Lover To Pluck That Flower Which, So Different From The Rose To Which It Is Nevertheless Sometimes Compared, Has Not The Same Faculty Of Being Reborn Each Spring.

I Write What I See, The Endless Procession To The Guillotine. Were All Lined Up, Waiting For The Crunch Of The Blade... The Rivers Of Blood Are Flowing Beneath Our Feet... Ive Been To Hell, Young Man, Youve Only Read About It.

Sensual Excess Drives Out Pity In Man.