“Celibacy is the essence of vulgarity.”
Rome, or Reason?, p. 61 http://www.archive.org/stream/thegreatcontrove00ingeuoft/thegreatcontrove00ingeuoft_djvu.txt
            Godse referring to Gandhi's diktat of advocating celibacy even to newlyweds 
Excerpts from the play Mee Nathuram Godse boltoy
        
“Celibacy is the essence of vulgarity.”
Rome, or Reason?, p. 61 http://www.archive.org/stream/thegreatcontrove00ingeuoft/thegreatcontrove00ingeuoft_djvu.txt
Source: ‘Pius Ncube now living a life of prayer’ https://thestandard.newsday.co.zw/2012/08/05/pius-ncube-now-living-a-life-of-prayer/ (5 August 2012)
“Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures.”
Source: The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia (1759), Chapter 26
                                        
                                        Last Talks at Saanen, 1985 (1987), p. 158 
1980s 
Context: The questioner says, how can the conditioned brain grasp the unlimited, which is beauty, love, and truth? What is the ground of compassion and intelligence, and can it come upon us — each one of us? Are you inviting compassion? Are you inviting intelligence? Are you inviting beauty, love, and truth? Are you trying to grasp it? I am asking you. Are you trying to grasp the quality of intelligence, compassion, the immense sense of beauty, the perfume of love and that truth which has no path to it? Is that what you are grasping — wanting to find out the ground upon which it dwells? Can the limited brain grasp this? You cannot possibly grasp it, hold it. You can do all kinds of meditation, fast, torture yourself, become terribly austere, having one suit, or one robe. All this has been done. The rich cannot come to the truth, neither the poor. Nor the people who have taken a vow of celibacy, of silence, of austerity. All that is determined by thought, put together sequentially by thought; it is all the cultivation of deliberate thought, of deliberate intent.
                                    
“Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.”
Melincourt, chapter VII (1817).
“[T]here’s a lot to be said for celibacy, for the concentration of your mental and physical energy.”
Source: Sex, Art and American Culture : New Essays (1992), p. 291