Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change.

My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!

It is only by way of pain one arrives at pleasure

Fuck! Is one expected to be a gentleman when one is stiff?

In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.

We are no guiltier in following the primative impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves.

Sexual pleasure is, I agree, a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which they all unite.

What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention, think only of you, care only for you...every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates.

To judge from the notions expounded by theologians, one must conclude that God created most men simply with a view to crowding hell.

Certain souls may seem harsh to others, but it is just a way, beknownst only to them, of caring and feeling more deeply.

There is no God, Nature sufficeth unto herself; in no wise hath she need of an author.

Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.

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.

All universal moral principles are idle fancies.

Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.

Sex without pain is like food without taste

Social order at the expense of liberty is hardly a bargain

The man who alters his way of thinking to suit others is a fool.

Sex'' is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other

I want to be the victim of his errors.

The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment.

What we are doing here is only the image of what we would like to do.

It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.

I don't know what the heart is, not I: I only use the word to denote the mind's frailties.

The reasoning man who scorns the prejudices of simpletons necessarily becomes the enemy of simpletons; he must expect as much, and laugh at the inevitable.

Religions are the cradles of despotism.

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.

True happiness lies in the senses, and virtue gratifies none of them.

One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.

Can we become other than what we are?

Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates.

Love Is Stronger Than Pride

I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.

Let us give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest, and we will always be happy…Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice.

Happiness is an abstraction, it is a product of the imagination, it is a way of being moved, which depends entirely on our way of seeing and feeling.

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.

Nature has endowed each of us with a capacity for kindly feelings: let us not squander them on others.

In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man.

The completest submissiveness is your lot, and that is all;

Were he supreme, were he mighty, were he just, were he good, this God you tell me about, would it be through enigmas and buffooneries he would wish to teach me to serve and know him?

I assumed that everything must yield to me, that the entire universe had to flatter my whims, and that I had the right to satisfy them at will.

Variety, multiplicity are the two most powerful vehicles of lust.

Life is a bitch so enjoy it ;p

Crime is to the passions what nervous fluid is to life: it sustains them, it supplies their strength.

Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.

The impossibility of outraging nature is the greatest anguish man can know.

Fear not lest precautions and protective contrivances diminish your pleasure: mystery only adds thereto.

The past encourages me, the present electrifies me, and I have little fear for the future; and my hope is that the rest of my life shall by far surpass the extravagances of my youth.

The law which attempts a man's life [capital punishment] is impractical, unjust, inadmissible. It has never repressed crime--for a second crime is every day committed at the foot of the scaffold.

One has always had too much when one has had enough