Now I cannot bring myself to fear a God who is either spiteful or weak. I defy Him without fear and care not a fig for his thunderbolts.
MARQUIS DE SADEHow delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us.
More Marquis de Sade Quotes
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Either kill me or take me as I am, because I’ll be damned if I ever change.
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Why do you complain of your fate when you could so easily change it?
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Nature has not got two voices, you know, one of them condemning all day what the other commands.
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Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.
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For the simple reason that the first will always put the law into the service of the second.
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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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A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking to suit other people!
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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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Even those that are not frightful, and there is not one amongst them all that cannot be demonstrated within the boundaries of nature.
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One must feel sorry for those who have strange tastes, but never insult them. Their wrong is Nature’s too; they are no more responsible for having come into the world with tendencies unlike ours than are we for being born bandy-legged or well-proportioned.
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Thread of their days without pity, and in the midst of life, without ever concerning themselves with this fatal moment, living as though they were to exist for ever, they disappear into the obscure cloud of immortality, uncertain of the fate which lies in store for them.
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She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.
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What is more immoral than war?
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What do I see there but a frail being forever unable to bring man to heel and force him to bend a knee. This creature, although emanated from him, dominates him, knows how to offend him and thereby merit torments eternally! What a weak fellow, this God!
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The most fortunate of persons is he who has the most means to satisfy his vagaries.
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