In love-making, as in other arts, those
who do it best cannot tell how it is done.

The prerequisite for making love
is to like someone enormously.

The pleasure of love is in loving, and one is happier in the
passion one feel than is the passion one arouses in another.

To love is to place our happiness
in the happiness of another.

To speak of love is make love.

You can stroke people with words.

To pay compliments to a woman we love is the first way of
caressing her. A compliment like kissing her through a veil.

Prince of Wales: "I've spent enough on you to buy a battleship."
Lillie Lang try: "And you've spent enough in me to float one."

I want to do with you
what spring does
with the cherry trees.

Blessed is the wooing that is not long adoring

It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom as long
as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.

Perfect love castes out prudery together with fear.

The eye start love: intimacy perfect it.

A woman undressing, how dazzling.
it like the sun piercing the cloud.........

Australian male foreplay...
nudging his Sheila in the ribs, he says:
"you awake?" or, :brace yourself, reline."
or," make your a cuppa after?"

(HE)...twisted my nipples
as though tuning a radio.

HE makes love to me expertly, mechanically, coldly...
He's pressing all my buttons, as if I were a pocket actuator.

Jane Mack does it like angel, lithely,
gracefully, daintily, and above all sweetly..

Graze on my lips and if these hills be dry,
stray lower, where the pleasant fountain lie.

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

The pleasure of momentary, the position
ridiculous, and the expense damnable

Like Balzac, who considered a night of love as the sacrifice 
of a novel, I also considered it as the sacrifice 

of a good day's working the studio.

Minutes pass in silence. it is those few minutes that pas after 
we make love that are most mysterious to me, uncanny.