Marquis de Sade

...that tender compunction of the honest-minded, so different from the hateful intoxication of criminals...

Chimerical and empty being, your name alone has caused more blood to flow on the face of the earth than any political war ever will. Return to the nothingness from which the mad hope and ridiculous fright of men dared call you forth to their misfortune. You only appeared as a torment for the human race. What crimes would have been spared the world, if they had choked the first imbecile who thought of speaking of you.

Are your convictions so fragile that mine cannot stand in opposition to them? Is your God so illusory that the presence of my Devil reveals his insufficiency?

Anything beyond the limits and grasp of the human mind is either illusion or futility; and because your god having to be one or the other of the two, in the first instance I should be mad to believe in him, and in the second a fool.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

_"...θα __έ_ει να αν_ιλη_θεί_, αγα_η_ή Τε_έζα, __ι _α αν_ικείμενα δεν έ_ο_ν, κα_ά _ην ά_ο_η μα_, άλλη αξία α__ εκείνη _ο_ _ο__ δίνει η _αν_α_ία μα_

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.

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

Beauty belongs to the sphere of the simple, the ordinary, whilst ugliness is something extraordinary, and there is no question but that every ardent imagination prefers in lubricity, the extraordinary to the commonplace

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

To lie is always a necessity for women; above all when they choose to deceive, falsehood becomes vital to them.

The imagination serves us only when the mind is absolutely free of any prejudice. A single prejudice suffices to cool off the imagination. This whimsical part of the mind is so unbridled as to be uncontrollable. Its greatest triumphs, its most eminent delights consist in smashing all the restraints that oppose it. Imagination is the enemy of all norms, the idolater of all disorder and of all that bears the color of crime.

The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.