Sex Without Pain Is Like Food Without

Why Do You Complain Of Your Fate When You Could So Easily Change It?

Cruelty, Very Far From Being A Vice, Is The First Sentiment Nature Injects In Us All.

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In An Age That Is Utterly Corrupt, The Best Policy Is To Do As Others Do.

Hope Is The Most Sensitive Part Of A Poor Wretch's Soul; Whoever Raises It Only To Torment Him Is Behaving Like The Executioners In Hell Who, They Say, Incessantly Renew Old Wounds And Concentrate Their Attention On That Area Of It That Is Already Lacerated.