Sensual Excess Drives Out Pity

Nature Has Not Got Two Voices, You Know, One Of Them Condemning All Day What The Other Commands.

Cruelty, Very Far From Being A Vice, Is The First Sentiment Nature Injects In Us All.

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

Why Do You Complain Of Your Fate When You Could So Easily Change It?

My Passions, Concentrated On A Single Point, Resemble The Rays Of A Sun Assembled By A Magnifying Glass: They Immediately Set Fire To Whatever Object They Find In Their Way.