The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
Born a saint, die a sinner – born a sinner, die a saint.
The virtues of society are vices of the saint. The terror of reform is the discovery that we must cast away our virtues, [or] what we have always esteemed [as] such, into the same pit that has consumed our grosser vices.
Ah, Eugenie, have done with virtues! Among the sacrifices that can be made to those counterfeit divinities, is there one worth an instant of the pleasures one tastes in outraging them?