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.

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?

Above all else I am a dilettante in life.

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

Whoever allows himself to be whipped, deserves to be whipped.

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

Why become well-versed in science and the arts if not to impress a lovely little woman?