Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man?

You are cold, while you yourself fan flames.

My heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.

Man desires, woman is desired.

The struggle of the spirit against the senses is the gospel of modern man. I do not wish to have any part in it.

I imagine that the goddess of Love has come down from Olympus to visit a mortal. So as not to die of cold in this modern world of ours, she wraps her sublime body in great heavy furs and warms her feet on the prostrate body of her lover. I imagine the favorite of this beautiful despot, who is whipped when his mistress grows tired of kissing him, and whose love only grows more intense the more he is trampled underfoot. I shall call the picture "Venus in Furs

There is no describing the feeling of being mistreated by a successful rival in front of the woman you worship.