Any Enjoyment Is Weakened When Shared.

My Passions, Concentrated On A Single Point, Resemble The Rays Of A Sun Assembled By A Magnifying Glass: They Immediately Set Fire To Whatever Object They Find In Their Way.

The Pleasure Of The Senses Is Always Regulated In Accordance With The Imagination. Man Can Aspire To Felicity Only By Serving All The Whims Of His Imagination.

Nature Has Endowed Each Of Us With A Capacity For Kindly Feelings: Let Us Not Squander Them On Others.

I Write What I See, The Endless Procession To The Guillotine. Were All Lined Up, Waiting For The Crunch Of The Blade... The Rivers Of Blood Are Flowing Beneath Our Feet... Ive Been To Hell, Young Man, Youve Only Read About It.

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.