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For mortal men there is but one hell, and that is the folly and wickedness and spite of his fellows but once his life is over, there's an end to it: his annihilation is final and entire, of him nothing survives.

Marquis de Sade

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Marquis de Sade
Age: 74 †
Born: 1740
Born: June 2
Died: 1814
Died: December 2
Novelist
Philosopher
Playwright
Writer
Paris
France
Donatien Alphonse François de Sade
Marquis De Sade
Donatien Alphonse François Sade
Comte de Sade
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Let not your zeal to share your principles entice you beyond your borders.
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I think that if there were a God, there would be less evil on this earth. I believe that if evil exists here below, then either it was willed by God or it was beyond His powers to prevent it. Now I cannot bring myself to fear a God who is either spiteful or weak. I defy Him without fear and care not a fig for his thunderbolts.
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If the objects who serve us feel ecstacy, they are much more often concerned with themselves than with us, and our own enjoyment is consequently impaired. The idea of seeing another person experience the same pleasure reduces one to a kind of equality which spoils the unutterable charms that come from despotism.
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Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change.
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Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.
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Get it into your head once and for all, my simple and very fainthearted fellow, that what fools call humanness is nothing but a weakness born of fear and egoism that this chimerical virtue, enslaving only weak men, is unknown to those whose character is formed by stoicism, courage, and philosophy.
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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.
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Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.
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What we are doing here is only the image of what we would like to do.
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I don't know what the heart is, not I: I only use the word to denote the mind's frailties.
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We are no guiltier in following the primative impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves.
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Lycurgus, Numa, Moses, Jesus Christ, Mohammed, all these great rogues, all these great thought-tyrants, knew how to associate the divinities they fabricated with their own boundless ambition.
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Nature has endowed each of us with a capacity for kindly feelings: let us not squander them on others.
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Nothing we can do outrages Nature directly. Our acts of destruction give her new vigour and feed her energy, but none of our wreckings can weaken her power.
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Truth titillates the imagination far less than fiction.
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The impossibility of outraging nature is the greatest anguish man can know.
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I assumed that everything must yield to me, that the entire universe had to flatter my whims, and that I had the right to satisfy them at will.
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The pleasure of the senses is always regulated in accordance with the imagination. Man can aspire to felicity only by serving all the whims of his imagination.
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I have supported my deviations with reasons I did not stop at mere doubt I have vanquished, I have uprooted, I have destroyed everything in my heart that might have interfered with my pleasure.
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Thread of their days without pity, and in the midst of life, without ever concerning themselves with this fatal moment, living as though they were to exist for ever, they disappear into the obscure cloud of immortality, uncertain of the fate which lies in store for them.
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