Variety, multiplicity are the two most powerful vehicles of lust.

Can we become other than what we are?

The primary and most beautiful of Nature's qualities is motion, which agitates her at all times, but this motion is simply a perpetual consequence of crimes, she conserves it by means of crimes only.

Crime is to the passions what nervous fluid is to life: it sustains them, it supplies their strength.

I don't know what the heart is, not I: I only use the word to denote the mind's frailties.

Is it not a strange blindness on our part to teach publicly the techniques of warfare and to reward with medals those who prove to be the most adroit killers?

They declaim against the passions without bothering to think that it is from their flame philosophy lights its torch.