Nature Has Endowed Each Of Us With

Cruelty, Very Far From Being A Vice, Is The First Sentiment Nature Injects In Us All. The Infant Breaks His Toy, Bites His Nurse's Breast, Strangles His Canary Long Before He Is Able To Reason; Cruelty Is Stamped In Animals, In Whom, As I Think I Have Said, Nature's Laws Are More Emphatically To Be Read Than In Ourselves; Cruelty Exists Amongst Savages, So Much Nearer To Nature Than Civilized Men Are; Absurd Then To Maintain Cruelty Is A Consequence Of Depravity. . . . Cruelty Is Simply The Energy In A Man Civilization Has Not Yet Altogether Corrupted: Therefore It Is A Virtue, Not A Vice.

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.

In Libertinage, Nothing Is Frightful, Because Everything Libertinage Suggests Is Also A Natural Inspiration; The Most Extraordinary, The Most Bizarre Acts, Those Which Most Arrantly Seem To Conflict With Every Law, Every Human Institution... Even Those That Are Not Frightful, And There Is Not One Amongst Them All That Cannot Be Demonstrated Within The Boundaries Of Nature.

It Is Always By Way Of Pain One Arrives At Pleasure.

Your Body Is The Church Where Nature Asks To Be Reverenced.