The Pleasure Of The Senses Is Always

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.

Happiness Is An Abstraction, It Is A Product Of The Imagination, It Is A Way Of Being Moved, Which Depends Entirely On Our Way Of Seeing And Feeling.

In An Age That Is Utterly Corrupt, The Best Policy Is To Do As Others Do.

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.

Certain Souls Seem Hard Because They Are Capable Of Strong Feelings, And They Sometimes Go To Rather Extreme Lengths; Their Apparent Unconcern And Cruelty Are But Ways, Known Only To Themselves, Of Feeling More Strongly Than Others.