Marquis de Sade

Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life it supports…

There is no God, Nature sufficeth unto herself in no wise hath she need of…

Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination…

The imagination is the spur of delights… all depends upon it, it is the mainspring…

Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature’s mandates…