Ah, EugTnie, have done with virtues Among the sacrifices that can be made to those counterfeit divinities, is there one worth an instant of the pleasures one tastes in outraging them
Ah, EugTnie, have done with virtues Among the sacrifices that can be made to those counterfeit divinities, is there one worth an instant of the pleasures one tastes in outraging them
It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours not a single creature resists us, we devastate the world, we repopulate it with new objects which, in turn, we immolate.
It is only by enlarging the scope of one's tastes and one's fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure, that that unfortunate individual called man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, can succeed in gathering a few roses . . .
There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.
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