Marquis de Sade: Man has given a false importance to death. Any animal, man or plant that dies adds to Nature's compost heap becomes the manure without which nothing could grow, nothing could be created. Death is simply part of the process. Every death, even the cruellest death drowns in the total indifference of Nature. Nature would watch unmoved if we destroyed the entire human race. I hate Nature!
Marquis de Sade: And what's the point of a revolution without general copulation?
Marquis de Sade: To me, the only reality is imagination; the world inside myself. The revolution no longer interests me.
Mental Patients: [simultaneously] Marat, we're poor. And the poor stay poor.
Four Singers: Now, your enemies fall / We're beheading them all / Duperret and Corday executed in the same old way.
Herald: Crucifiction, all good Christians know, is the most sympathetic way to go.