Let us give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest, and we will always be happy...Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice.— Marquis De Sade
The most successful Marquis De Sade quotes that are easy to memorize and remember
It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
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.
Imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen, atheistic to the point of fanaticism, there you have me in a nutshell, and kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change.
I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.
Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.
Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.
In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.
My passions, concentrated on a single point, resemble the rays of a sun assembled by a magnifying glass: they immediately set fire to whatever object they find in their way.
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.
Sex should be a perfect balance of pain and pleasure.
Without that symmetry, sex becomes a routine rather than an indulgence.
Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change.
One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.
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 for others!
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.
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. The means to every crime is ours, and we employ them all, we multiply the horror a hundredfold.
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.
Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other.
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.
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.
No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain its impressions are unmistakable.
Beauty belongs to the sphere of the simple, the ordinary, whilst ugliness is something extraordinary, and there is no question but that every ardent imagination prefers in lubricity, the extraordinary to the commonplace
It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And fiery imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing.
The imagination is the spur of delights.
.. all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?
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.
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.
The idea of God is the sole wrong for which I cannot forgive mankind.
Behold, my love, behold all that I simultaneously do: scandal, seduction, bad example, incest, adultery, sodomy! Oh, Satan! one and unique God of my soul, inspire thou in me something yet more, present further perversions to my smoking heart, and then shalt thou see how I shall plunge myself into them all!
Religions are the cradles of despotism.
Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.
The man who alters his way of thinking to suit others is a fool.
And if I were a naughty little boy, the idea is to spank me into good behavior?
I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine.
Were all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade... the rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet... Ive been to hell, young man, youve only read about it.
There is no God, Nature sufficeth unto herself; in no wise hath she need of an author.
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.
Dread not infanticide; the crime is imaginary: we are always mistress of what we carry in our womb, and we do no more harm in destroying this kind of matter than in evacuating another, by medicines, when we feel the need.
We monsters are necessary to nature also.
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.
She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.
To judge from the notions expounded by theologians, one must conclude that God created most men simply with a view to crowding hell.
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.
Anything beyond the limits and grasp of the human mind is either illusion or futility; and because your god having to be one or the other of the two, in the first instance I should be mad to believe in him, and in the second a fool.
How delicious to corrupt, to stifle all semblances of virtue and religion in that young heart!
Between understanding and faith immediate connections must subsist.
Happiness lies neither in vice nor in virtue;
but in the manner we appreciate the one and the other, and the choice we make pursuant to our individual organization.
God strung up his own son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he would do to me.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
No lover, if he be of good faith, and sincere, will deny he would prefer to see his mistress dead than unfaithful.
If God permits virtue to be persecuted on earth, it is not for us to question his intentions. It may be that his rewards are held over for another life, for is it not true as written in Holy Scripture that the Lord chastenenth only the righteous! And after all, is not virtue it's own reward?
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?