You are cold, while you yourself fan flames.

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

If I can't enjoy the full and total happiness of love, then I want to drain its torments, its tortures to the dregs; then I want the woman I love to mistreat me, betray me, and the more cruelly the better. That too is a pleasure.

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

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

A slap in the face is more effective than ten lectures. It makes you understand very quickly.

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