Everyone who is in love will experience an extraordinary disillusionment after the pleasure is finally attained; and he will be astonished that what was desired with such longing achieves nothing more than what every other sexual satisfaction achieves, so that he does not see himself very much benefited by it.
The flower replied: You fool! Do you imagine I blossom in order to be seen? I blossom for my own sake because it pleases me, and not for the sake of others. My joy consists in my being and my blossoming.
"Well, you suggested that I might have my tombstone engraved with the phrase, "He liked to fuck." And then you added that the phrase could be a good epitaph for my dog too - that I could use the same stone for both me and the dog."