Certain Souls May Seem Harsh To Others,

Sex Should Be A Perfect Balance Of Pain And Pleasure. Without That Symmetry, Sex Becomes A Routine Rather Than An Indulgence.

I Assumed That Everything Must Yield To Me, That The Entire Universe Had To Flatter My Whims, And That I Had The Right To Satisfy Them At Will.

How Delightful Are The Pleasures Of The Imagination! In Those Delectable Moments, The Whole World Is Ours; Not A Single Creature Resists Us, We Devastate The World, We Repopulate It With New Objects Which, In Turn, We Immolate. The Means To Every Crime Is Ours, And We Employ Them All, We Multiply The Horror A Hundredfold.

In An Age That Is Utterly Corrupt, The Best Policy Is To Do As Others Do.

Man's Natural Character Is To Imitate; That Of The Sensitive Man Is To Resemble As Closely As Possible The Person Whom He Loves. It Is Only By Imitating The Vices Of Others That I Have Earned My Misfortunes.