Destruction, Hence, Like Creation, Is

Happiness Lies Only In That Which Excites, And The Only Thing That Excites Is Crime.

My Manner Of Thinking, So You Say, Cannot Be Approved. Do You Suppose I Care? A Poor Fool Indeed Is He Who Adopts A Manner Of Thinking To Suit Other People! My Manner Of Thinking Stems Straight From My Considered Reflections; It Holds With My Existence, With The Way I Am Made. It Is Not In My Power To Alter It; And Were It, I'd Not Do So.

It Is Certainly No Crime To Depict The Bizarre Ideas That Nature Inspires.

Are Your Convictions So Fragile That Mine Cannot Stand In Opposition To Them? Is Your God So Illusory That The Presence Of My Devil Reveals His Insufficiency?

Religions Are The Cradles Of Despotism.