Crime Is To The Passions What Nervous

The Imagination Is The Spur Of Delights... All Depends Upon It, It Is The Mainspring Of Everything; Now, Is It Not By Means Of The Imagination One Knows Joy? Is It Not Of The Imagination That The Sharpest Pleasures Arise?

I've Already Told You: The Only Way To A Woman's Heart Is Along The Path Of Torment. I Know None Other As Sure.

The Law Which Attempts A Man's Life [capital Punishment] Is Impractical, Unjust, Inadmissible. It Has Never Repressed Crime - For A Second Crime Is Every Day Committed At The Foot Of The Scaffold.

So Long As The Laws Remain Such As They Are Today, Employ Some Discretion: Loud Opinion Forces Us To Do So; But In Privacy And Silence Let Us Compensate Ourselves For That Cruel Chastity We Are Obliged To Display In Public.

Cruelty, Very Far From Being A Vice, Is The First Sentiment Nature Injects In Us All.