Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.

Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!

There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.

Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.

Life swarms with innocent monsters.

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.