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!
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.
