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

The reasoning man who rejects the superstitions of simpletons necessarily becomes their enemy; he must expect as much and be prepared to laugh at the consequences.

Oh! my friend, never seek to corrupt the person whom you love, it can go further than you think...

It has been estimated that more than 50 million individuals have lost their lives to wars and religious massacres. Is there even one among them worth the blood of a single bird?

There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.

My vengeance needs blood.

It is only by sacrificing everything to sensual pleasure that this being known as Man, cast into the world in spite of himself, may succeed in sowing a few roses on the thorns of life.

A little less vice is virtuousness in a very vicious heart

It is only by imitating the vices of others that I have earned my misfortunes.

Nothing quite encourages as does one's first unpunished crime.

I suggest somewhere that anyone who wishes to write and has no aptitude for it would be better off making shoes for ladies and boots for men.

This monster was outfitted with faculties so gigantic that even the broadest thoroughfares would still have appeared too narrow for him.

Min en ep r i koskaan valinnoissani ja koska olen aina varma, ett l yd n nautinnon siit mit teen, en koskaan katumalla turmele sen vieh tyst .

The greatest pleasures are born of conquered repugnancies.

Those who are unhappy clutch at shadows, and to give themselves an enjoyment that truth refuses them, they artfully bring into being all sorts of illusions.

It has pleased Nature so to make us that we attain happiness only by way of pain.

Only two things are required to accredit an alleged miracle: a mountebank and a crowd of spineless lookers-on.

...Madame, I have become a whore through good-will and libertine through virtue.

Self-interest lies behind all that men do, forming the important motive for all their actions; this rule has never deceived me

When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.

Audible prayer can never do the works of spiritual understanding, which regenerates; but silent prayer, watchfulness, and devout obedience enable us to follow Jesus example. Long prayers, superstition, and creeds clip the strong pinions of love, and clothe religion in human forms. Whatever materializes worship hinders man's spiritual growth and keeps him from demonstrating his power over error.

Love inspires, illummines, designates and leads the way.

Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal.

The devotion of thought to an honest achievement makes the achievement possible. Exceptions only confirm this rule, proving that failure is occasioned by a too feeble faith.

Jealousy is the grave of affection

I will love, if another hates. I will gain a balance on the side of good, my true being. This alone gives me the forces of God wherewith to overcome all error.

A wicked mortal is not the idea of God. He is little else than the expression of error. To suppose that sin, lust, hatred, envy, hypocrisy, revenge, have life abiding in them, is a terrible mistake. Life and Life's idea, Truth and Truth's idea, never make men sick, sinful, or mortal.

Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.

All successful individuals have become such by hard work; by improving moments before they pass into hours, and hours that other people may occupy in the pursuit of pleasure.

Your birthday is a special day, May it bring you love and cheer It gives a chance for me to say, Happy birthday every year