Freud is the father of psychoanalysis. It had no mother.

There has come into existence, chiefly in America, a breed of men who claim to be feminists. They imagine that they have understood what women want and that they are capable of giving it to them. They help with the dishes at home and make their own coffee in the office, basking the while in the refulgent consciousness of virtue. Such men are apt to think of the true male feminists as utterly chauvinistic.

Love, love, love – all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

No sex is better than bad sex.

Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.

Two-up is Australia's very own way of parting a fool and his money.

Bringing up children is not a real occupation, because children come up just the same, brought or not.