Conversation, Like Certain Portions Of The Anatomy,

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.

Conversation, Like Certain Portions Of The Anatomy, Always Runs More Smoothly When Lubricated.

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.

All Universal Moral Principles Are Idle Fancies.

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?