The surest guide to the correctness of the path that women take is joy in the struggle. Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.

The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.

Perhaps women have always been in closer contact with reality than men: it would seem to be the just recompense for being deprived of idealism.

If you think you are emancipated, you might consider the idea of tasting your own menstrual blood - if it makes you sick, you've got a long way to go, baby.

At the same time as woman was becoming the showcase for wealth and caste, while men were slipping into relative anonymity and "handsome is as handsome does," she was emerging as the central emblem of western art.

The struggle which is not joyous is the wrong struggle. The joy of the struggle is not hedonism and hilarity, but the sense of purpose, achievement and dignity.

It [childbearing] was never intended to be as time-consuming and self-conscious a process as it is. One of the deepest evils in our society is tyrannical nurturance.