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

You know how to paint pleasure, cruelty, arrogance in glowing colors.

The true comic muse is the one with tears running down under her laughing mask.

Every woman has the instinct, the propensity to profit from her charms, and there's a lot to be said for giving oneself without love, without pleasure.

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

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.

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