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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.

Marquis de Sade

Return to the nothingness from which the mad hope and ridiculous fright of men dared call you forth to their misfortune. You only appeared as a torment for the human race.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Appear Hope Human Misfortune Nothingless Race Return Ridiculous Tournament
It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Cause Misfortune Mode Other Through
Either kill me or take me as I am, because I’ll be damned if I ever change.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Change Dammed Either Ever Kill Take
My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!
MARQUIS DE SADE

Approve Care Manner Support Think
Crime is the soul of lust. What would pleasure be if it were not accompanied by crime? It is not the object of debauchery that excites us, rather the idea of evil.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Crime Debauchery Excite Lust Pleasure Soul
Beauty belongs to the sphere of the simple, the ordinary, whilst ugliness is something extraordinary, and there is no question but that every ardent imagination prefers in lubricity, the extraordinary to the commonplace
MARQUIS DE SADE

Beauty Belong Extraordinary Imagination Ordinary Question Simply Ugliness
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.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Deliquncies Earth Equality Evil Immediately Perfection Pleasure Punishment Rigour Sense Sight
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 SADE

Destructive Directly Energy Feed Nature New None Nothing Outgrace Vigor Weaken Wrecking
Happiness lies only in that which excites, and the only thing that excites is crime.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Crime Excite Happiness Only Thing
Any enjoyment is weakened when shared.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Any Enjoyment Share Weekend
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!
MARQUIS DE SADE

Bend Creature Dominate Eternity Fellow Hel Man See Torment Unable Weak
Every principle is a judgment, every judgment the outcome of experience, and experience is only acquired by the exercise of the senses . . .
MARQUIS DE SADE

Acquire Every Principle Excercise Experience Judgement Outcome Sense
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?
MARQUIS DE SADE

Alone Beg Exist Human Love Now Reason Resemble Simply Tell Whether
The degradation which characterizes the state into which you plunge him by punishing him pleases, amuses, and delights him.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Amuse Characteristics Degradation Delight Please Plunge Punuish Stae
So long as the laws remain such as they are today, employ some discretion: loud opinion forces us to do so; but in privacy and silence let us compensate ourselves for that cruel chastity we are obliged to display in public.
MARQUIS DE SADE

Cruel Discretion Display Employ Force Law Let Long Loud Obliged Opinion Ourselves Privacy Public Remain Silence Some Today
Can we become other than what we are?
MARQUIS DE SADE

Allow Ask Become Desire Other

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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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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