I want to be the victim of his errors.

Could it be, as one writer puts it, that every knock at the door of a brothel is actually a knock at the heart of God?

I have beauty, intelligence, individuality, sensuality and sexuality.

To lie is always a necessity for women; above all when they choose to deceive, falsehood becomes vital to them.

How delicious are these implements of torture.

True felicity lies only in the senses, and virtue gratifies none of them.