I Don't Know What The Heart Is,

In Libertinage, Nothing Is Frightful, Because Everything Libertinage Suggests Is Also A Natural Inspiration; The Most Extraordinary, The Most Bizarre Acts, Those Which Most Arrantly Seem To Conflict With Every Law, Every Human Institution... Even Those That Are Not Frightful, And There Is Not One Amongst Them All That Cannot Be Demonstrated Within The Boundaries Of Nature.

Crime Is The Soul Of Lust. What Would Pleasure Be If It Were Not Accompanied By Crime? It Is Not The Object Of Debauchery That Excites Us, Rather The Idea Of Evil.

Beauty Belongs To The Sphere Of The Simple, The Ordinary, Whilst Ugliness Is Something Extraordinary, And There Is No Question But That Every Ardent Imagination Prefers In Lubricity, The Extraordinary To The Commonplace

It Is Only By Enlarging The Scope Of One’s Tastes And One’s Fantasies, By Sacrificing Everything To Pleasure, That The Unfortunate Individual Called Man, Thrown Despite Himself Into This Sad World, Can Succeed In Gathering A Few Roses Among Life’s Thorns

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