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.
MARQUIS DE SADELust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.
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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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Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.
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Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.
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Love Is Stronger Than Pride
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Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And fiery imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing.
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I’ve been to Hell. You’ve only read about it.
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Murder is a horror, but an often necessary horror, never criminal, which it is essential to tolerate in a republican State. Is it or is it not a crime?
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My manner of thinking stems straight from my considered reflections; it holds with my existence, with the way I am made. It is not in my power to alter it; and were it, I’d not do so.
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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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Fear not lest precautions and protective contrivances diminish your pleasure: mystery only adds thereto.
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God strung up his own son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he would do to me.
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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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Religions are the cradles of despotism.
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I have destroyed everything in my heart that might have interfered with my pleasure.
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It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
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