Sexual pleasure is, I agree, a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which they all unite.

Thread of their days without pity, and in the midst of life, without ever concerning themselves with this fatal moment, living as though they were to exist for ever, they disappear into the obscure cloud of immortality, uncertain of the fate which lies in store for them.

Nature has not got two voices, you know, one of them condemning all day what the other commands.

Sensual excess drives out pity in man.

The horror of wedlock, the most appalling, the most loathsome of all the bonds humankind has devised for its own discomfort and degradation.

Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other.

Prejudice is the sole author of infamies: how many acts are so qualified by an opinion forged out of naught but prejudice!