To love without hope, immaculately, would be perfect if it did not induct such brainstorms.

There is no excuse for chastity, unless one has a pious end in view, or unless the senses are failing, and if they are one had best see a doctor, who will solve the question more or less unsatisfactorily.
To tell the truth, everything on earth culminates in the act you reprove.

The heart, which is supposed to be the noble part of man, has the same form as the penis, which is the so-called ignoble part of man.
There's symbolism in that similarity, because every love which is of the heart soon extends to the organ resembling it.

The human imagination, the moment it tries to create artificially animated beings, involuntarily reproduces in them the movements of animals propagating.
Look at the machines, the action of the piston and the cylinder; Romeos of steel and Juliets of cast iron.

Nor do the loftier expressions of the human intellect get away from the advance and withdrawal copied by the machines.