Women are outside the law; they make nothing, they say yes or no to some collections of whereases.

It is a rule of creative ability that it does nothing of any value, while it is possessed by this afflatus of vanity.

A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. That poor miserable brat of his is growing up, and I certainly licked the hide off her; and she's seen marriage at its worst, and now she's dreaming about 'supermen' and 'great men'. What is the good of doing anything for them?

We are primitive men; we taboo what we desire and need. How did the denying of love come to be associated with the idea of morality.

Men never believe a woman can do anything.

If misery spelled revolt, we should have had nothing but revolt from the beginning of time. On the contrary, it is quite rare.

The more we know, the better our intuitions.