Can we become other than what we are?
MARQUIS DE SADEPrejudice 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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Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other.
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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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The most fortunate of persons is he who has the most means to satisfy his vagaries.
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That everything around you give you its utter attention, think only of you, care only for you…every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates.
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In an age that is utterly corrupt, the best policy is to do as others do.
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I want to be the victim of his errors.
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Any enjoyment is weakened when shared.
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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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The rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet… Ive been to hell, young man, youve only read about it.
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Anything beyond the limits and grasp of the human mind is either illusion or futility; and because your god having to be one or the other of the two, in the first instance I should be mad to believe in him, and in the second a fool.
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Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.
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Why do you complain of your fate when you could so easily change it?
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Nothing we can do outrages Nature directly. Our acts of destruction give her new vigour and feed her energy, but none of our wreckings can weaken her power.
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It is only by enlarging the scope of one’s tastes and one’s fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure, that the unfortunate individual called Man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, can succeed in gathering a few roses among life’s thorns
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I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. Were all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade…
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