The Sexual Act Is In

But A Sort Of Rupture-in Anguish-leaves Us At The Limit Of Tears: In Such A Case We Lose Ourselves, We Forget Ourselves And Communicate With An Elusive Beyond.

Life Has Always Taken Place In A Tumult Without Apparent Cohesion, But It Only Finds Its Grandeur And Its Reality In Ecstasy And In Ecstatic Love.

The Fact Is, That What De Sade Was Trying To Bring To The Surface Of The Conscious Mind Was Precisely The Thing That Revolted That Mind . . . From The Very First He Set Before The Consciousness Things Which It Could Not Tolerate.

Not Every Woman Is A Prostitute, But Prostitution Is The Natural Apotheosis Of The Feminine Attitude.

It Is Through An "intimate Cessation Of All Intellectual Operations" That The Mind Is Laid Bare. If Nor, Discourse Maintains It In Its Little Complacency. ... The Difference Between Inner Experience And Philosophy Resides Principally In This: That In Experience, ... What Counts Is No Longer The Statement Of Wind, But The Wind.