Be then my slave, and know what it means to be delivered into the hands of a woman.

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.

A real apple is more beautiful than a painted one, and a live woman is more beautiful than a Venus of stone.

Never feel safe with the woman you love, for a woman's nature conceals more dangers than you think.

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

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

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