English culture is basically homosexual in the sense that the men only really care about other men.

Freedom is fragile and must be protected. To sacrifice it, even as a temporary measure, is to betray it.

Lifelong monogamy is a maniacal idea.

Love, love, love - all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures.

Is it too much to ask that women be spared the daily struggle for superhuman beauty in order to offer it to the caresses of a subhumanly ugly mate?

Even crushed against his brother in the Tube the average Englishman pretends desperately that he is alone.

Every time a woman makes herself laugh at her husband's often-told jokes she betrays him. The man who looks at his woman and says 'What would I do without you?' is already destroyed.