I ran upstairs, loving, weeping. I will run downstairs, unloving, not weeping.

Next to the bestowal of life itself, the right to direct that life is God's greatest gift to man.

The New Women! I could barely recognize them as being of the same sex as myself . . . .They are satiated by everything, hungry for nothing. They are what I wanted to be; they are what I worked for them to be: and now I see them, I hate them.

We shelter children for a time; we live side by side with men; and that is all. We owe them nothing, and are owed nothing. I think we owe our friends more, especially our female friends.

Men are irrelevant.

No one could be more happy than a man who has never known affliction.