What we are doing here is only the image of what we would like to do.
MARQUIS DE SADEWhat we are doing here is only the image of what we would like to do.
More Marquis de Sade Quotes
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Chimerical and empty being, your name alone has caused more blood to flow on the face of the earth than any political war ever will.
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Are your convictions so fragile that mine cannot stand in opposition to them? Is your God so illusory that the presence of my Devil reveals his insufficiency?
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According to these irrefutable principles, death is hence no more than a change of form, an imperceptible passage from one existence into another.
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My way of thinking is the result of my reflections. It is part of my inner being,the way I am made. I do not contradict them, and would not even if I wished to.
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Do not breed. Nothing gives less pleasure than childbearing.
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Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.
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Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.
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In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.
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The completest submissiveness is your lot, and that is all.
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Prejudice is the sole author of infamies: how many acts are so qualified by an opinion forged out of naught but prejudice!
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What I should like to find is a crime the effects of which would be perpetual, even when I myself do not act, so that there would not be a single moment of my life even when I were asleep.
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There you have Nature, there you have her intentions, there you have her scheme: a perpetual action and reaction, a host of vices, a host of virtues, in one word, a perfect equilibrium resulting from the equality of good and evil on earth.
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I’ve already told you: the only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.
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If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.
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My passions, concentrated on a single point, resemble the rays of a sun assembled by a magnifying glass: they immediately set fire to whatever object they find in their way.
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