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Hope Is The Most Sensitive Part Of A Poor Wretch's Soul; Whoever Raises It Only To Torment Him Is Behaving Like The Executioners In Hell Who, They Say, Incessantly Renew Old Wounds And Concentrate Their Attention On That Area Of It That Is Already Lacerated.

Any Punishment That Does Not Correct, That Can Merely Rouse Rebellion In Whoever Has To Endure It, Is A Piece Of Gratuitous Infamy Which Makes Those Who Impose It More Guilty In The Eyes Of Humanity, Good Sense And Reason, Nay A Hundred Times More Guilty Than The Victim On Whom The Punishment Is Inflicted.

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.

Here Am I: At One Stroke Incestuous, Adulteress, Sodomite, And All That In A Girl Who Only Lost Her Maidenhead Today! What Progress, My Friends With What Rapidity I Advance Along The Thorny Road Of Vice!

The Primary And Most Beautiful Of Nature's Qualities Is Motion