The war has jerked us pretty sharply into consciousness about this slug-a-bed sin of Sloth, and perhaps we need not say too much about it. But two warnings are rather necessary.

One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.

[T]he more clamour we make about 'the women's point of view', the more we rub it into people that the women's point of view is different, and frankly I do not think it is -- at least in my job. The line I always want to take is, that there is the 'point of view' of the reasonably enlightened human brain, and that this is the aspect of the matter which I am best fitted to uphold.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

And what do all the great words come to in the end, but that? I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.

Still, it doesn't do to murder people, no matter how offensive they may be.

[W]hen I see men callously and cheerfully denying women the full use of their bodies, while insisting with sobs and howls on the satisfaction of their own, I simply can't find it heroic, or kind, or anything but pretty rotten and feeble.