Sensual Excess Drives Out Pity In Man.

In Order To Know Virtue, We Must First Acquaint Ourselves With Vice.

One Must Feel Sorry For Those Who Have Strange Tastes, But Never Insult Them. Their Wrong Is Nature's Too; They Are No More Responsible For Having Come Into The World With Tendencies Unlike Ours Than Are We For Being Born Bandy-legged Or Well-proportioned.

What I Should Like To Find Is A Crime The Effects Of Which Would Be Perpetual, Even When I Myself Do Not Act, So That There Would Not Be A Single Moment Of My Life Even When I Were Asleep, When I Was Not The Cause Of Some Chaos, A Chaos Of Such Proportions That It Would Provoke A General Corruption Or A Distubance So Formal That Even After My Death Its Effects Would Still Be Felt.

Crime Is The Soul Of Lust. What Would Pleasure Be If It Were Not Accompanied By Crime? It Is Not The Object Of Debauchery That Excites Us, Rather The Idea Of Evil.

Anything Beyond The Limits And Grasp Of The Human Mind Is Either Illusion Or Futility; And Because Your God Having To Be One Or The Other Of The Two, In The First Instance I Should Be Mad To Believe In Him, And In The Second A Fool.