There Is A Kind Of Pleasure Which

Sexual Pleasure Is, I Agree, A Passion To Which All Others Are Subordinate But In Which They All Unite.

Happiness Lies Only In That Which Excites, And The Only Thing That Excites Is Crime.

Nature, Who For The Perfect Maintenance Of The Laws Of Her General Equilibrium, Has Sometimes Need Of Vices And Sometimes Of Virtues, Inspires Now This Impulse, Now That One, In Accordance With What She Requires.

Man's Natural Character Is To Imitate; That Of The Sensitive Man Is To Resemble As Closely As Possible The Person Whom He Loves. It Is Only By Imitating The Vices Of Others That I Have Earned My Misfortunes.

Now I Beg Of You To Tell Me Whether I Must Love A Human Being Simply Because He Exists Or Resembles Me And Whether For Those Reasons Alone I Must Suddenly Prefer Him To Myself?