Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change.

To judge from the notions expounded by theologians, one must conclude that God created most men simply with a view to crowding hell.

And if I were a naughty little boy, the idea is to spank me into good behavior?

Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.

One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.

Happiness is an abstraction, it is a product of the imagination, it is a way of being moved, which depends entirely on our way of seeing and feeling.

Here am I: at one stroke incestuous, adulteress, sodomite, and all that in a girl who only lost her maidenhead today! What progress, my friends with what rapidity I advance along the thorny road of vice!