What Is More Immoral Than War?

There Is No God, Nature Sufficeth Unto Herself; In No Wise Hath She Need Of An Author.

Cruelty, Very Far From Being A Vice, Is The First Sentiment Nature Injects In Us All. The Infant Breaks His Toy, Bites His Nurse's Breast, Strangles His Canary Long Before He Is Able To Reason; Cruelty Is Stamped In Animals, In Whom, As I Think I Have Said, Nature's Laws Are More Emphatically To Be Read Than In Ourselves; Cruelty Exists Amongst Savages, So Much Nearer To Nature Than Civilized Men Are; Absurd Then To Maintain Cruelty Is A Consequence Of Depravity. . . . Cruelty Is Simply The Energy In A Man Civilization Has Not Yet Altogether Corrupted: Therefore It Is A Virtue, Not A Vice.

There Is No More Lively Sensation Than That Of Pain; Its Impressions Are Certain And Dependable, They Never Deceive As May Those Of The Pleasure Women Perpetually Feign And Almost Never Experience.

Consider The Problem From The Point Of View Of Evil, Evil Being Almost Always Pleasure's True And Major Charm; Considered Thus, The Crime Must Appear Greater When Perpetrated Upon A Being Of Your Identical Sort Than When Inflicted Upon One Which Is Not, And This Once Established, The Delight Automatically Doubles.

Happiness Lies Neither In Vice Nor In Virtue; But In The Manner We Appreciate The One And The Other, And The Choice We Make Pursuant To Our Individual Organization.