Most creatures have a vague belief that a very precarious hazard, a kind of transparent membrane, divides death from love; and that the profound idea of nature demands that the giver of life should die at the moment of giving.

Looking back now on the whole sexual scene we can see that our species has remained much more loyal to its basic biological urges than we might at first imagine. Its primate sexual system with carnivore modifications has survived all the fantastic technological advances remarkably well.

The orgasm has replaced the Cross as the focus of longing and the image of fulfillment.

There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.

When a lady's erotic life is vexed God knows what God is coming next.

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink: he did not die of it but degenerated-into vice.

The degree and kind of a man's sexuality reach up into the ultimate pinnacle of his spirit.

I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and, cold and dry, thinks of her sewing when she's making love.

Modern feminism's most naive formulation is its assertion that rape is a crime of violence but not of sex, that it is merely power masquerading as sex. But sex is power, and all power is inherently aggressive.

It often puzzles me when people think that matters connected with sex ought to be suppressed. Sex itself cannot be suppressed, and the efforts to do it, it seems to me, result in greater damage than it can do itself. After all, it was not an invention of man, but of God.