Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.
Lust is to the heart what the worm is to wood.
The lust for comfort murders the passions of the soul.
Lust is a cage, love is the key.
Lust is the source of all our actions, and humanity.
Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.
Lust is a poor, weak, whimpering, whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed.