There is a kind of pleasure which comes from sacrilege or the profanation of the objects offered us for worship.

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

God strung up his own son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he would do to me.

The degradation which characterizes the state into which you plunge him by punishing him pleases, amuses, and delights him. Deep down he enjoys having gone so far as to deserve being treated in such a way.

It is certainly no crime to depict the bizarre ideas that nature inspires.

Happiness lies only in that which excites, and the only thing that excites is crime.

Let us give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest, and we will always be happy...Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice.