Crime Is To The Passions What Nervous

Dread Not Infanticide; The Crime Is Imaginary: We Are Always Mistress Of What We Carry In Our Womb, And We Do No More Harm In Destroying This Kind Of Matter Than In Evacuating Another, By Medicines, When We Feel The Need.

At All Times, In Every Century, Every Age, There Has Been Such A Connection Between Despotism And Religion That It Is Infinitely Apparent And Demonstrated A Thousand Times Over, That In Destroying One, The Other Must Be Undermined, For The Simple Reason That The First Will Always Put The Law Into The Service Of The Second.

You Say That My Way Of Thinking Cannot Be Tolerated? What Of It? The Man Who Alters His Way Of Thinking To Suit Othere Is A Fool. My Way Of Thinking Is The Result Of My Reflections. It Is Part Of My Inner Being,the Way I Am Made. I Do Not Contradict Them, And Would Not Even If I Wished To. For My System, Which You Disapprove Of Is Also My Greatest Comfort In Life, The Source Of All My Happiness -it Means More To Me Than My Life Itself.

It Is Certainly No Crime To Depict The Bizarre Ideas That Nature Inspires.

The Horror Of Wedlock, The Most Appalling, The Most Loathsome Of All The Bonds Humankind Has Devised For Its Own Discomfort And Degradation.