Your Body Is The Church Where Nature

The Idea Of God Is The Sole Wrong For Which I Cannot Forgive Mankind.

Sex Without Pain Is Like Food Without Taste

I Assumed That Everything Must Yield To Me, That The Entire Universe Had To Flatter My Whims, And That I Had The Right To Satisfy Them At Will.

The Impossibility Of Outraging Nature Is The Greatest Anguish Man Can Know.

If The Objects Who Serve Us Feel Ecstacy, They Are Much More Often Concerned With Themselves Than With Us, And Our Own Enjoyment Is Consequently Impaired. The Idea Of Seeing Another Person Experience The Same Pleasure Reduces One To A Kind Of Equality Which Spoils The Unutterable Charms That Come From Despotism.