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

You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood.

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

I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile.

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

Man desires, woman is desired.

You cannot deny that love lasts for only a brief moment, uniting two beings as a single being that is capable of only one thought, one sensation, one will.