Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing.

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant.

Sex is a conversation carried out by other means. If you get on well out of bed, half the problems of bed are solved.

It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.

Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

Skill makes love unending.

In particular I may mention Sophocles the poet, who was once asked in my presence, ''How do you feel about love, Sophocles? are you still capable of it?'' to which he replied, ''Hush! if you please: to my great delight I have escaped from it, and feel as if I had escaped from a frantic and savage master.'' I thought then, as I do now, that he spoke wisely. For unquestionably old age brings us profound repose and freedom from this and other passions.

For those for whom the sex act has come to seem mechanical and merely the meeting and manipulation of body parts, there often remains a hunger which can be called metaphysical but which is not recognized as such, and which seeks satisfaction in physical danger, or sometimes in torture, suicide, or murder.

Intercourse with a woman is sometimes a satisfactory substitute for masturbation. But it takes a lot of imagination to make it work.

What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.