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.

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

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

Once I no longer exist as I am, out of what consideration then should I forgo anything? Should I belong to a man I don't love simply because I used to love him? No, I forgo nothing, I love any man who appeals to me and I make any man who loves me happy. Is that ugly? No, it is at least far more beautiful than my cruelly delighting in the tortures incited by my charms and my virtuously turning my back on the poor man who pines away for me. I am young, rich, and beautiful, and just as I am, I live cheerfully for pleasure and enjoyment.

You are cold, while you yourself fan flames.

The person who doesn't know how to subjugate will all too quickly feel the other's foot on the nape of his neck.

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