Woman, as Nature has created her and as she is currently reared by man, is his enemy and can only be his slave or his despot, but never his companion. She will be able to become his companion only when she has the same rights as he, when she is his equal in education and work.

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

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.

Oh, you are the kind of man who will corrupt a woman to her very last fiber.

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

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

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