Lust Is To The Other Passions What

There Are Thorns Everywhere, But Along The Path Of Vice, Roses Bloom Above Them.

Happiness Lies Only In That Which Excites, And The Only Thing That Excites Is Crime.

Get It Into Your Head Once And For All, My Simple And Very Fainthearted Fellow, That What Fools Call Humanness Is Nothing But A Weakness Born Of Fear And Egoism; That This Chimerical Virtue, Enslaving Only Weak Men, Is Unknown To Those Whose Character Is Formed By Stoicism, Courage, And Philosophy.

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?

No Lover, If He Be Of Good Faith, And Sincere, Will Deny He Would Prefer To See His Mistress Dead Than Unfaithful.