In An Age That Is Utterly Corrupt,

It Requires Only Two Things To Win Credit For A Miracle: A Mountebank And A Number Of Silly Women.

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

How Delicious To Corrupt, To Stifle All Semblances Of Virtue And Religion In That Young Heart!

At All Times, In Every Century, Every Age, There Has Been Such A Connection Between Despotism And Religion That It Is Infinitely Apparent And Demonstrated A Thousand Times Over, That In Destroying One, The Other Must Be Undermined, For The Simple Reason That The First Will Always Put The Law Into The Service Of The Second.

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.