XLI.
The most virtuous woman can be forward without knowing it.
XLII.
When two human beings are united by pleasure, all social
conventionalities are put aside. This situation conceals a reef on
which many vessels are wrecked. A husband is lost, if he once forgets
there is a modesty which is quite independent of coverings. Conjugal
love ought never either to put on or to take away the bandage of its
eyes, excepting at the due season.
XLIII.
Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but
in striking true.
XLIV.
To call a desire into being, to nourish it, to develop it, to bring it
to full growth, to excite it, to satisfy it, is a complete poem of
itself.
XLV.
The progression of pleasures is from the distich to the quatrain, from
the quatrain to the sonnet, from the sonnet to the ballad, from the
ballad to the ode, from the ode to the cantata, from the cantata to
the dithyramb. The husband who commences with dithyramb is a fool.
XLVI.
Each night ought to have its _menu_.
XLVII.
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster which devours
everything, that is, familiarity.
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