Men marry for the womb. Women marry for their tummy.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Marriage is the commodification of affection, copulation, and, reproduction.

The best part about having kids is not actually having to have kids. Thank you, women.

Youth was the time for happiness, its only season; young people, leading a lazy, carefree life, partially occupied by scarcely absorbing studies, were able to devote themselves unlimitedly to the liberated exultation of their bodies....

Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution’s way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve,...

My genes done gone and tricked my brainBy making fucking feel so greatThat’s how the little creeps attainTheir plan to fuckin’ replicateBut brain’s got tricks itself, you seeTo get the bang but not the biteI...

It is wrong to bear children out of need, wrong to use a child to alleviate loneliness, wrong to provide purpose in life by reproducing another copy of oneself. It is wrong also to seek...

[On Schopenhauer in Black and White] Schopenhauer’s views of love are flawed. Love can’t be merely an illusion of the mind to aid in procreation, but the path to redemption for an otherwise violently selfish...

better to have never been” is parents being charged with manslaughter for bringing children into the world

Never give a lousy person the opportunity to create lousy babies.

The purpose of marriage is not to have pleasure and to be idle, but to procreate and bring up children, to support a household. This, of course, is a huge burden full of great cares...

Mastering the art of seduction gives one a great power, and like any power, it’s to be wielded with responsibility; a man who wields the art of seduction without a sense of responsibility and restraint...

Do not breed. Nothing gives less pleasure than childbearing. Pregnancies are damaging to health, spoil the figure, wither the charms, and it’s the cloud of uncertainty forever hanging over these events that darkens a husband’s...

What a strange thing is the propagation of life! A bubble of seed which may be spilt in a whore’s lap, or in the orgasm of a voluptuous dream, might (for aught we know) have...

The practice of love is the procreation of hope.

To increase the odds of being thanked, some people compliment some people; some make kids.

Sperm is a bandit in its pure state.