The Primary And Most Beautiful Of Nature's

And If I Were A Naughty Little Boy, The Idea Is To Spank Me Into Good Behavior?

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 Only By Enlarging The Scope Of One’s Tastes And One’s Fantasies, By Sacrificing Everything To Pleasure, That The Unfortunate Individual Called Man, Thrown Despite Himself Into This Sad World, Can Succeed In Gathering A Few Roses Among Life’s Thorns

If The Objects Who Serve Us Feel Ecstacy, They Are Much More Often Concerned With Themselves Than With Us, And Our Own Enjoyment Is Consequently Impaired. The Idea Of Seeing Another Person Experience The Same Pleasure Reduces One To A Kind Of Equality Which Spoils The Unutterable Charms That Come From Despotism.

Imperious, Choleric, Irascible, Extreme In Everything, With A Dissolute Imagination The Like Of Which Has Never Been Seen, Atheistic To The Point Of Fanaticism, There You Have Me In A Nutshell, And Kill Me Again Or Take Me As I Am, For I Shall Not Change.