If I can't enjoy the full and total happiness of love, then I want to drain its torments, its tortures to the dregs; then I want the woman I love to mistreat me, betray me, and the more cruelly the better. That too is a pleasure.

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

Despite all the progress of civilization, women have remained exactly as they emerged from the hand of Nature.

It is merely the egoism of the man, who wants to bury a woman like a treasure. All attempts at using vows, contracts, and holy ceremonies have failed to bring permanence into the most changeable aspect of changeable human existence, namely love.

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.

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

Every man--I know this--turns weak, pliant, ridiculous as soon as he's in love.