Never defend yourself; agree with your critics, it takes the wind out of their sails.

So much for the fruits of love. Love? What's love? Sex, ah, that's another thing. Love has babies: sex has abortions.

I have never got on with the quietist movements: they lapse too easily into self-congratulations: I have found the oneness, you have not. I prefer to look outside myself if I possibly can, not inside. Meditation reminds me too forcibly of being made to lie on a mat at nursery school and take an hour's nap.

All mothers love their own children as best they can, according to their temperament and circumstances, and all mothers should have done better, in their children's eyes, when the going gets tough for the children.

Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.

A 'weakness,' I now realize, is nothing but a strength not properly developed.

Instinct' usually just means our conditioning to believe this or believe that, without thinking to investigate.