I Don't Know What The Heart Is,

Wolves Which Batten Upon Lambs, Lambs Consumed By Wolves, The Strong Who Immolate The Weak, The Weak Victims Of The Strong: 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.

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. The Idea Of Seeing Another Person Experience The Same Pleasure Reduces One To A Kind Of Equality Which Spoils The Unutterable Charms That Come From Despotism.

Why Do You Complain Of Your Fate When You Could So Easily Change It?

Those Laws, Being Forged For Universal Application, Are In Perpetual Conflict With Personal Interest, Just As Personal Interest Is Always In Contradiction With The General Interest. Good For Society, Our Laws Are Very Bad For The Individuals Whereof It Is Composed; For, If They One Time Protect The Individual, They Hinder, Trouble, Fetter Him For Three Quarters Of His Life.

Sex Should Be A Perfect Balance Of Pain And Pleasure. Without That Symmetry, Sex Becomes A Routine Rather Than An Indulgence.