There Is No God, Nature Sufficeth Unto

Lust Is To The Other Passions What The Nervous Fluid Is To Life; It Supports Them All, Lends Strength To Them All Ambition, Cruelty, Avarice, Revenge, Are All Founded On Lust.

No Kind Of Sensation Is Keener And More Active Than That Of Pain Its Impressions Are Unmistakable.

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.

We Are No Guiltier In Following The Primative Impulses That Govern Us Than Is The Nile For Her Floods Or The Sea For Her Waves.

The Pleasure Of The Senses Is Always Regulated In Accordance With The Imagination. Man Can Aspire To Felicity Only By Serving All The Whims Of His Imagination.