What Is More Immoral Than War?

Crime Is The Soul Of Lust. What Would Pleasure Be If It Were Not Accompanied By Crime? It Is Not The Object Of Debauchery That Excites Us, Rather The Idea Of Evil.

We Monsters Are Necessary To Nature Also.

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.

The Mirror Sees The Man As Beautiful, The Mirror Loves The Man; Another Mirror Sees The Man As Frightful And Hates Him; And It Is Always The Same Being Who Produces The Impressions.

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!