I didn't even know I was a feminist until I read it on the back of one of my own books.

There is probably an innate masochism in a lot of women that ends up disappointed if men don't ill-treat them.

If infinity is as they describe it, all things are not just possible but in the end certain.

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.

Preserve your peace of mind. There is not much time; all things end in death. Do not lament the past too much, or fear the future too acutely, ot waste too much energy on other peoples' woes, in case the present dissolves altogether.

How has anyone ever understood anyone, except through love, which is wordless?

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.