What We Are Doing Here Is Only

Let Us Give Ourselves Indiscriminately To Everything Our Passions Suggest, And We Will Always Be Happy...conscience Is Not The Voice Of Nature But Only The Voice Of Prejudice.

Certain Souls May Seem Harsh To Others, But It Is Just A Way, Beknownst Only To Them, Of Caring And Feeling More Deeply.

The Imagination Is The Spur Of Delights... All Depends Upon It, It Is The Mainspring Of Everything; Now, Is It Not By Means Of The Imagination One Knows Joy? Is It Not Of The Imagination That The Sharpest Pleasures Arise?

Never Lose Sight Of The Fact That All Human Felicity Lies In Man's Imagination, And That He Cannot Think To Attain It Unless He Heeds All His Caprices. The Most Fortunate Of Persons Is He Who Has The Most Means To Satisfy His Vagaries.

Either Kill Me Or Take Me As I Am, Because I'll Be Damned If I Ever Change.