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.
MARQUIS DE SADEThere are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them.
More Marquis de Sade Quotes
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In libertinage, nothing is frightful, because everything libertinage suggests is also a natural inspiration.
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You say that my way of thinking cannot be tolerated? What of it? The man who alters his way of thinking to suit othere is a fool.
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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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How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us.
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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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Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.
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Your service will be arduous, it will be painful and rigorous, and the slightest delinquencies will be requited immediately with corporal and afflicting punishments.
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I want to be the victim of his errors.
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We devastate the world, we repopulate it with new objects which, in turn, we immolate. The means to every crime is ours, and we employ them all, we multiply the horror a hundredfold.
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Let not your zeal to share your principles entice you beyond your borders.
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Now I beg of you to tell me whether I must love a human being simply because he exists or resembles me and whether for those reasons alone I must suddenly prefer him to myself?
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Virtue can procure only an imaginary happiness; true felicity lies only in the senses, and virtue gratifies none of them.
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How delicious to corrupt, to stifle all semblances of virtue and religion in that young heart!
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Wolves which batten upon lambs, lambs consumed by wolves, the strong who immolate the weak, the weak victims of the strong.
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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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