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?

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

Every man--I know this--turns weak, pliant, ridiculous as soon as he's in love.

Why become well-versed in science and the arts if not to impress a lovely little woman?

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

The true comic muse is the one with tears running down under her laughing mask.

So,” Wanda cried, “a woman in furs is nothing more than a large cat, a charged electric battery?