Let man fear woman when she loves: then she makes any sacrifice, and everything else seems without value to her

Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many it is almost a vice.

Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

And like a wind shall I one day blow amongst them and with my spirit take away their soul's breath: thus my future wills it.

God is Dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we - we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.

There is always some madness in love.

That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts.