My heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.

There is no describing the feeling of being mistreated by a successful rival in front of the woman you worship.

Desire followed the glance, pleasure followed desire

People who want to live like Olympian gods must have slaves whom they throw into their fishponds and gladiators who fight during their masters sumptuous banquets-and the pleasure-seekers never care if some blood splatters on them.

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

Pleasure alone makes existence worthwhile. A pleasure-seeker has a difficult time parting from life.

My heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.