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

Nature admits of no permanence in the relation between man and woman. It is only man's egoism that wants to keep woman like some buried treasure. All endeavors to introduce permanence in love, the most changeable thing in this changeable human existence, have gone shipwreck in spite of religious ceremonies, vows, and legalities.

Watch out, I have a large, very large fur, with which I could cover you up entirely, and I have a mind to catch you in it as in a net.

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

You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood.

You know how to paint pleasure, cruelty, arrogance in glowing colors.

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?