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

Desire followed the glance, pleasure followed desire

Pleasure alone makes existence worthwhile. A pleasure-seeker has a difficult time parting from life.

You modern men, you children of reason, cannot begin to appreciate love as pure bliss and divine serenity.

Until then I had lived as I had painted and versified - that is, I never got far beyond priming canvas, beyond penning an outline, a first act, a first stanza. There are simply people who start all sorts of things and yet never finish any of them. And that was the kind of person I was.

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

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