We take nothing from the womb but pure filth [meras sordes]. The seething spring of sin is so deep and abundant that vices are always bubbling up form it to bespatter and stain what is otherwise pure.... We should remember that we are not guilty of one offense only but are buried in innumerable impurities.... all human works, if judged according to their own worth, are nothing but filth and defilement.... they are always spattered and befouled with many stains.... it is certain that there is no one who is not covered with infinite filth.
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it. [ Elle est désirée pour la salir. Non pour elle-même, mais pour la joie goûtée dans la certitude de la profaner .]tom stoppard