Desire followed the glance, pleasure followed desire

Oh, you are the kind of man who will corrupt a woman to her very last fiber.

Man desires, woman is desired.

Venus in Furs has caught his soul in the red snares of hair. He will paint her, and go mad.

Be then my slave, and know what it means to be delivered into the hands of a woman.

I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile.

Never feel safe with the woman you love, for a woman's nature conceals more dangers than you think.