Any Enjoyment Is Weakened When

It Requires Only Two Things To Win Credit For A Miracle: A Mountebank And A Number Of Silly Women.

Lust's Passion Will Be Served; It Demands, It Militates, It Tyrannizes.

They Declaim Against The Passions Without Bothering To Think That It Is From Their Flame Philosophy Lights Its Torch.

Evil Is... A Moral Entity And Not A Created One, An Eternal And Not A Perishable Entity: It Existed Before The World; It Constituted The Monstrous, The Execrable Being Who Was Also To Fashion Such A Hideous World. It Will Hence Exist After The Creatures Which People This World

If It Is The Dirty Element That Gives Pleasure To The Act Of Lust, Then The Dirtier It Is, The More Pleasurable It Is Bound To Be.