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

Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man?

Love knows no virtue, no merit; it loves and forgives and tolerates everything because it must. We are not guided by reason.

Now her eyes meet mine like green lightning-they are green, these eyes of hers, whose power is so indescribable-green, but as are precious stones, or deep unfathomable mountain lakes.

Love knows no virtue, no profit; it loves and forgives and suffers everything, because it must. It is not our judgment that leads us; it is neither the advantages nor the faults which we discover, that make us abandon ourselves, or that repel us. It is a sweet, soft, enigmatic power that drives us on. We cease to think, to feel, to will; we let ourselves be carried away by it, and ask not whither?

Desire followed the glance, pleasure followed desire

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