Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature’s mandates.
The idea of God is the sole wrong for which I cannot forgive mankind.
All creatures are born isolated and have no need of one another.”
It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
Fuck! Is one expected to be a gentleman when one is stiff?
Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.
Social order at the expense of liberty is hardly a bargain.
The man who alters his way of thinking to suit others is a fool.
Variety, multiplicity are the two most powerful vehicles of lust.
Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.
Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.
Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.