We make tactless remarks because we wish to hurt, break our legs because we do not wish to walk, marry the wrong man because we cannot let ourselves be happy, board the wrong train because we would prefer not to reach the destination.

The desire for self-expression afflicts people when they feel there is something of themselves which is not getting through to the outside world.

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.