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.

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

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

A little less vice is virtuousness in a very vicious heart

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.

My vengeance needs blood.

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.

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?

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

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.

One has always had too much when one has had enough

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.

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.

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

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

Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.

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

Life is a bitch so enjoy it ;p

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

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.

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?

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

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

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