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.
XLVIII.
If a man cannot distinguish the difference between the pleasures of
two consecutive nights, he has married too early.
XLIX.
It is easier to be a lover than a husband, for the same reason that it
is more difficult to be witty every day, than to say bright things from
time to time.
L.
A husband ought never to be the first to go to sleep and the last to
awaken.
LI.
The man who enters his wife’s dressing-room is either a philosopher or
an imbecile.
LII.
The husband who leaves nothing to desire is a lost man.
LIII.
The married woman is a slave whom one must know how to set upon a
throne.