I've Been To Hell. You've Only Read

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.

The Imagination Is The Spur Of Delights... All Depends Upon It, It Is The Mainspring Of Everything; Now, Is It Not By Means Of The Imagination One Knows Joy? Is It Not Of The Imagination That The Sharpest Pleasures Arise?

Crime Is To The Passions What Nervous Fluid Is To Life: It Sustains Them, It Supplies Their Strength.

Variety, Multiplicity Are The Two Most Powerful Vehicles Of Lust.

Can We Become Other Than What We Are?