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

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

I've been to Hell. You've only read about it.

One weeps not save when one is afraid, and that is why kings are tyrants.

Humane sentiments are baseless, mad, and improper; they are incredibly feeble; never do they withstand the gainsaying passions, never do they resist bare necessity.

Never lose sight of the fact that all human felicity lies in man's imagination, and that he cannot think to attain it unless he heeds all his caprices. The most fortunate of persons is he who has the most means to satisfy his vagaries.

The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.