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

Desire followed the glance, pleasure followed desire

You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood.

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

It is merely the egoism of the man, who wants to bury a woman like a treasure. All attempts at using vows, contracts, and holy ceremonies have failed to bring permanence into the most changeable aspect of changeable human existence, namely love.

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.

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