You Are Afraid Of The People Unrestrained-how

Sex Without Pain Is Like Food Without Taste

I Write What I See, The Endless Procession To The Guillotine. Were All Lined Up, Waiting For The Crunch Of The Blade... The Rivers Of Blood Are Flowing Beneath Our Feet... Ive Been To Hell, Young Man, Youve Only Read About It.

The Ultimate Triumph Of Philosophy Would Be To Cast Light Upon The Mysterious Ways In Which Providence Moves To Achieve The Designs It Has For Man.

The Debility To Which Nature Condemned Women Incontestably Proves That Her Design Is For Man, Who Then More Than Ever Enjoys His Strength, To Exercise It In All The Violent Forms That Suit Him Best, By Means Of Tortures, If He Be So Inclined, Or Worse.

It Is Not My Mode Of Thought That Has Caused My Misfortunes, But The Mode Of Thought Of Others.