Sensual Excess Drives Out Pity In Man.

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?

Murder Is A Horror, But An Often Necessary Horror, Never Criminal, Which It Is Essential To Tolerate In A Republican State. Is It Or Is It Not A Crime? If It Is Not, Why Make Laws For Its Punishment? And If It Is, By What Barbarous Logic Do You, To Punish It, Duplicate It By Another Crime?

For Mortal Men There Is But One Hell, And That Is The Folly And Wickedness And Spite Of His Fellows; But Once His Life Is Over, There's An End To It: His Annihilation Is Final And Entire, Of Him Nothing Survives.

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

Do Not Breed. Nothing Gives Less Pleasure Than Childbearing. Pregnancies Are Damaging To Health, Spoil The Figure, Wither The Charms, And It's The Cloud Of Uncertainty Forever Hanging Over These Events That Darkens A Husband's Mood.