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“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, you become common. To you nature seems something hostile; you have made devils out of the smiling gods of Greece, and out of me a demon. You can only exorcise and curse me, or slay yourselves in bacchantic madness before my altar. And if ever one of you has had the courage to kiss my red mouth, he makes a barefoot pilgrimage to Rome in penitential robes and expects flowers to grow from his withered staff, while under my feet roses, violets, and myrtles spring up every hour, but their fragrance does not agree with you. Stay among your northern fogs and Christian incense; let us pagans remain under the debris, beneath the lava; do not disinter us.”

“When parents, in the belief that they are doing the right thing, trample underfoot some ideal that lies latent in the heart of their child they cause, more often than not, to germinate in its place disillusionment, hatred, vice; it is fortunate indeed if the existence thus turned awry does not degrade into a life of crime, instead of one of calm content and universal respect.”

“I felt there was something sacred in sex; in fact, it was the only sacred thing. In woman and her beauty I saw something divine, because the most important function of existence--the continuation of the species--is her vocation. To me woman represented a personification of nature, _Isis_, and man was her priest, her slave. In contrast to him she was cruel like nature herself who tosses aside whatever has served her purposes as soon as she no longer has need for it. To him her cruelties, even death itself, still were sensual raptures.”

“The stranger astonished him more and more by her dignified and serious manner. It's usually the case, isn't it, that a young girl giggles when a man speaks with her, or else blushes, hides her face, and behaves awkwardly? The stranger was nothing like this. She maintained her poise, natural, cold and majestic. He delighted in her bearing, his fascination growing all the time; his eyes sparkled and his half-open mouth, showing his white teeth, made him look as if he needed to breathe more than usual.”

“I can easily imagine belonging to one man for my entire life, but he would have to be a whole man, a man who would dominate me, who would subjugate me by his inate strength. And every man—I know this very well—as soon as he falls in love becomes weak, pliable, ridiculous. He puts himself into the woman's hands, kneels down before her. The only man whom I could love permanently would be he before whom I should have to kneel.”

“He simply painted the portrait of some aristocratic Mesalina, and was tactful enough to let Cupid hold the mirror in which she tests her majestic allure with cold satisfaction. He looks as though his task were becoming burdensome enough. The picture is painted flattery. Later an 'expert' in the Rococo period baptized the lady with the name of Venus. The furs of the despot in which Titian's fair model wrapped herself, probably more for fear of a cold than out of modesty, have become a symbol of the tyranny and cruelty that constitute woman's essence and her beauty.”

“Sin embargo, no por ello pienso vivir eternamente, y cuando, con mi último suspiro, todo haya acabado acá abajo para Wanda Dunaiew, ¿qué ventaja sacaré de que mi espíritu cante en un coro de ángeles o de que mis cenizas tomen una nueva existencia? De uno u otro modo, yo no renaceré tal como soy, de modo que he de renunciar a aquella consideración. ¿Pertenecer a un hombre a quien no amo, sólo por la razón de que le amé alguna vez? No, no renunciaré; amo a quien me place y le hago dichoso. ¿Acaso es repugnante esto? No; por lo menos es mucho más hermoso que si me regocijara del tormento cruel que provocan mis encantos, y me desviara, virtuosa, del desgraciado que se consume por mí. Soy joven, rica y bella, y vivo sólo para el goce y el placer.”

“¿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 mujer sin virtud, inconstante y despiadada. En su inmenso egoísmo, esa mujer es todavía un ideal. Si es que no puedo gozar plena y enteramente la dicha del amor, necesito apurar la copa de los sufrimientos y de las torturas, ser maltratado y engañado por la mujer amada, cuanto más cruelmente, mejor. ¡Es un verdadero goce!”