The Primary And Most Beautiful Of Nature's

My Manner Of Thinking, So You Say, Cannot Be Approved. Do You Suppose I Care? A Poor Fool Indeed Is He Who Adopts A Manner Of Thinking For Others!

Is It Not Of The Imagination That The Sharpest Pleasures Arise?

What Do I See In The God Of That Infamous Sect If Not An Inconsistent And Barbarous Being, Today The Creator Of A World Of Destruction He Repents Of Tomorrow; What Do I See There But A Frail Being Forever Unable To Bring Man To Heel And Force Him To Bend A Knee. This Creature, Although Emanated From Him, Dominates Him, Knows How To Offend Him And Thereby Merit Torments Eternally! What A Weak Fellow, This God!

Sex Without Pain Is Like Food Without Taste

I Want To Be The Victim Of His Errors.