You look at love, and especially woman, as something hostile, something against which you put up a defense, even if unsuccessfully. You feel that their power over you gives you a sensation of pleasurable torture,...

My husband’s personality was filled with serenity and sunlight. Not even the incurable illness which fell upon him soon after our marriage could long cloud his brow. On the very night of his death he...

La mujer que no hace del hombre su súbdito, su esclavo, ,qué digo?, su juguete, y que no le traiciona riendo, es una loca.

You of the North in general take love too soberly and seriously. You talk of duties where there should be only a question of pleasure.

Cuanto más fácilmente se entrega la mujer, más frío e imperioso es el hombre. Pero cuanto más cruel e infiel le es, cuanto más juega de una manera criminal, cuanta menos piedad le demuestra, más...

The real comic muse is the one underwhose laughing mask tears roll down.

Work on.” Work as if every time you started with and every time you finish.

,Encontraré una mujer que, fiel y benévola, comparta mi suerte brillante y generosa, cuando ahora quien la comparte sólo lo hace de una manera blanda o tímida? Entonces prefiero caer entre las manos de una...

But why talk in superlatives, as if something that is beautiful could be surpassed?

,Te roba algo de tu alegría que yo haya pertenecido antes a otro y que otro me posea después de ti? ,Será menor tu placer porque otro haya sido feliz como tú?

All about us the earth steamed; mists rose up toward heaven like clouds of incense; a shattered rainbow still hovered in the air.

El amor no conoce virtud ni mérito; ama, perdona y lo sufre todo, porque debe; nuestro juicio nada nos sirve para el amor; ni preferencias, ni defectos que descubrimos, provocan nuestra abnegación ni nos hacen...

We are faithful as long as we love, but youdemand faithfulness of a woman without love, and the giving ofherself without enjoyment. Who is cruel there–woman or man?

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.

Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that dripsfrom my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and itthrobs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls...

The moral of the tale is this: whoever allows himself to be whipped,deserves to be whipped.

Woman’s power lies in man’s passion, and she knows how to use it, if man doesn’t understand himself. He has only one choice: to be the tyrant over or the slave of woman.

a woman in furs is nothing more than a large cat, a charged electric battery?

You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood…

She had wrapped her marble-like body in a huge fur, and rolled herself up trembling like a cat.

That love, which is the highest joy, which is divine simplicity itself, is not for you moderns, you children of reflection. It works only evil in you. As soon as you wish to be natural,...

I really believe,” said Wanda thoughtfully,”that your madness is nothing but a demonic, unsatisfied sensuality. Our unnatural way of life must generate such illnesses. Were you less virtuous, you would be completely sane.