If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of a harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

Virginity is now a mere preamble or waiting room to be got out of as soon as possible; it is without significance.

The old man, especially if he is in society in the privacy of his thoughts, though he may protest the opposite, never stops believing that, through some singular exception of the universal rule, he can in some unknown and inexplicable way still make an impression on women.

The body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.

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.