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

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

As it has turned out, the whole relationship between men, women and children has tilted, to the disadvantage of women.

Men are irrelevant. Women are happy or unhappy, fulfilled or unfulfilled, and it has nothing to do with men.

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

The peculiar need to write is increased, it seems, rather than allayed with practice.

A woman's body works as if it knew something she didn't, and does not have her best interests at heart. If you need to look your best it will deliver you a pimple; if you don't want it to, your period will start early; if you want a baby badly your body refuses to give you one; if you are content in your life, lo, you are pregnant.