Sex (n.) is a drain on our sense of smell.
Sex (n.) is a sense, but unlike the other senses, it does not have its own organ. Sex is homeless. Nowhere and everywhere all at the same time in the way matter belongs indifferently to the finite world and eternity, and in the way God is everywhere but in no single place.
Sex (n.) is an activity that deflates the imagination — people always seem more stupid afterward.
Sex (n.) is pleasure in the round. If the Serpent had divided the apple, voluptuousness would never have entered our world.
Sex (n.) is the carburetor of our olfactory system.
Sex (n.) is the vain attempt to find another way out of life, to return to God by the hidden door of some service staircase.