If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.

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.

What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention, think only of you, care only for you...every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates.

Sexual pleasure is, I agree, a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which they all unite.

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

Fuck! Is one expected to be a gentleman when one is stiff?