Nature, who for the perfect maintenance of the laws of her general equilibrium, has sometimes need of vices and sometimes of virtues, inspires now this impulse, now that one, in accordance with what she requires.
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.
Sensual excess drives out pity in man.
Are wars anything but the means whereby a nation is nourished, whereby it is strengthened, whereby it is buttressed?
All universal moral principles are idle fancies.
Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates.
