Venus in Furs has caught his soul in the red snares of hair. He will paint her, and go mad.

Every man--I know this--turns weak, pliant, ridiculous as soon as he's in love.

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

Venus in Furs has caught his soul in the red snares of hair. He will paint her, and go mad.

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

You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood.

Watch out, I have a large, very large fur, with which I could cover you up entirely, and I have a mind to catch you in it as in a net.