What Is More Immoral Than

In Order To Know Virtue, We Must First Acquaint Ourselves With Vice.

One Must Feel Sorry For Those Who Have Strange Tastes, But Never Insult Them. Their Wrong Is Nature's Too; They Are No More Responsible For Having Come Into The World With Tendencies Unlike Ours Than Are We For Being Born Bandy-legged Or Well-proportioned.

Why Do You Complain Of Your Fate When You Could So Easily Change It?

So Long As The Laws Remain Such As They Are Today, Employ Some Discretion: Loud Opinion Forces Us To Do So; But In Privacy And Silence Let Us Compensate Ourselves For That Cruel Chastity We Are Obliged To Display In Public.

God Strung Up His Own Son Like A Side Of Veal. I Shudder To Think What He Would Do To Me.