She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower whic >>
Behold, my love, behold all that I simultaneously do: scandal, seducti >>
In libertinage, nothing is frightful, because everything libertinage s >>
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad >>
What shall he fear that does not fear death. >>
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good m >>
If Nature denies eternity to beings, it follows that their destruction is one of her laws. Now, once we observe that destruction is so useful to her that she absolutely cannot dispense with it from this moment onward the idea of annihilation which we attach to death ceases to be real what we call the end of the living animal is no longer a true finish, but a simple transformation, a transmutation of matter. According to these irrefutable principles, death is hence no more than a change of form, an imperceptible passage from one existence into another.