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

Now her eyes meet mine like green lightning-they are green, these eyes of hers, whose power is so indescribable-green, but as are precious stones, or deep unfathomable mountain lakes.

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.

Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man?

You modern men, you children of reason, cannot begin to appreciate love as pure bliss and divine serenity.

Above all else I am a dilettante in life.