Your Body Is The Church Where Nature

No Kind Of Sensation Is Keener And More Active Than That Of Pain Its Impressions Are Unmistakable.

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

Dread Not Infanticide; The Crime Is Imaginary: We Are Always Mistress Of What We Carry In Our Womb, And We Do No More Harm In Destroying This Kind Of Matter Than In Evacuating Another, By Medicines, When We Feel The Need.

You Are Afraid Of The People Unrestrained-how Ridiculous!

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