How can we describe the most exalted experience of our physical lives [sex], as if-jack, wrench, hubcap, and nuts-we were describing the changing of a flat tire?

If our elaborate and dominating bodies are given us to be denied at every turn, if our nature is always wrong and wicked, how ineffectual we are-like fishes not meant to swim.

Sex is the great amateur art. The professional, male or female, is frowned on; he or she misses the whole point and spoils the show.

Well, one thing you can say for masturbation... you certainly don't have to look your best.

What most men desire is a virgin who is a whore.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

Whoever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.

The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

If your life at night is good, you think you have Everything; but, if in that quarter things go wrong, You will consider your best and truest interests Most hateful.

Sex begins before adolescence, and survives sterility; it is indeed coeval with our lives, although at the mating age its effects are more obvious to Society.