I love the forest. It is bad to live in cities: there, there are too
many in heat.
Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer than into
the dreams of a lustful woman?
And just look at these men: their eye saith it- they know nothing
better on earth than to lie with a woman.
Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! if their filth hath
still spirit in it!
Would that ye were perfect- at least as animals! But to animals
Do I counsel you to slay your instincts? I counsel you to innocence in your instincts.