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

Are your convictions so fragile that mine cannot stand in opposition to them? Is your God so illusory that the presence of my Devil reveals his insufficiency?

Sex without pain is like food without taste

In an age that is utterly corrupt, the best policy is to do as others do.

There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them.

Sex should be a perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Without that symmetry, sex becomes a routine rather than an indulgence.

It requires only two things to win credit for a miracle: a mountebank and a number of silly women.