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

There is no God, Nature sufficeth unto herself; in no wise hath she need of an author.

What we are doing here is only the image of what we would like to do.

The ultimate triumph of philosophy would be to cast light upon the mysterious ways in which Providence moves to achieve the designs it has for man.

I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.

So long as the laws remain such as they are today, employ some discretion: loud opinion forces us to do so; but in privacy and silence let us compensate ourselves for that cruel chastity we are obliged to display in public.

Consider the problem from the point of view of evil, evil being almost always pleasure's true and major charm; considered thus, the crime must appear greater when perpetrated upon a being of your identical sort than when inflicted upon one which is not, and this once established, the delight automatically doubles.