These people abstain, it is true: but the bitch Sensuality glares enviously out of all they do.

Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly.

There are few virtuous women who are not bored with their trade.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Much of the modern resistance to chastity comes from men's belief that they ''own'' their bodies -- those vast and perilous estates, pulsating with the energy that made the worlds, in which they find themselves without their consent and from which they are ejected at the pleasure of Another!

An unattempted lady could not vaunt of her chastity.

The generative energy, which, when we are loose, dissipates and makes us unclean, when we are continent invigorates and inspires us. Chastity is the flowering of man; and what are called Genius, Heroism, Holiness, and the like, are but various fruits which succeed it.

There are no chaste minds. Minds copulate wherever they meet.

Chastity does not mean abstention from sexual wrong; it means something flaming, like Joan of Arc.