The Idea Of God Is The Sole

Nature Has Not Got Two Voices, You Know, One Of Them Condemning All Day What The Other Commands.

Is It Not Of The Imagination That The Sharpest Pleasures Arise?

I've Already Told You: The Only Way To A Woman's Heart Is Along The Path Of Torment. I Know None Other As Sure.

All, All Is Theft, All Is Unceasing And Rigorous Competition In Nature; The Desire To Make Off With The Substance Of Others Is The Foremost - The Most Legitimate - Passion Nature Has Bred Into Us And, Without Doubt, The Most Agreeable One.

Truth Titillates The Imagination Far Less Than Fiction.