All universal moral principles are idle fancies.
Any enjoyment is weakened when shared.
How delicious to corrupt, to stifle all semblances of virtue and religion in that young heart!
I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. Were all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade... the rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet... Ive been to hell, young man, youve only read about it.
The man who alters his way of thinking to suit others is a fool.
She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.