Truth Titillates The Imagination Far Less Than

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.

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

Were He Supreme, Were He Mighty, Were He Just, Were He Good, This God You Tell Me About, Would It Be Through Enigmas And Buffooneries He Would Wish To Teach Me To Serve And Know Him?

Either Kill Me Or Take Me As I Am, Because I'll Be Damned If I Ever Change.

No Lover, If He Be Of Good Faith, And Sincere, Will Deny He Would Prefer To See His Mistress Dead Than Unfaithful.