How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us.
MARQUIS DE SADENo kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain its impressions are unmistakable.
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In libertinage, nothing is frightful, because everything libertinage suggests is also a natural inspiration.
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The completest submissiveness is your lot, and that is all.
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Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice.
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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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Cruelty, very far from being a vice, is the first sentiment Nature injects in us all.
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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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Can we become other than what we are?
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Dread not infanticide; the crime is imaginary: we are always mistress of what we carry in our womb, and we do no more harm in destroying this kind of matter than in evacuating another, by medicines, when we feel the need.
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Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.
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The degradation which characterizes the state into which you plunge him by punishing him pleases, amuses, and delights him.
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Religions are the cradles of despotism.
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I have supported my deviations with reasons; I did not stop at mere doubt; I have vanquished, I have uprooted,
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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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There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above 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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