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.

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.

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

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.

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

Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.

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

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.

Crime is the soul of lust. What would pleasure be if it were not accompanied by crime? It is not the object of debauchery that excites us, rather the idea of evil.

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

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

Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.

They shot one of ours.” The lines deepened around his grey eyes. “I’d waste the whole army for spilling a drop of my crew’s blood.

So the good has been well explained as that at which all things aim.

Come back and wake me up.....half past May! (the Toad)

Above all, I dislike vulgarity.

Hold your tongue if you'd like to keep it." - Jaques

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first best country ever is at home.

I tend to plan as I write. And I want to leave myself open and the character open to keep on going until it seems to be the time to stop.

Everyone is broken a little, I think, and the most broken of all are those who pretend they are not.

Why are there no clouds in the sky? ... 'Cause God wants to watch his favorite band again!