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.

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.

Man made one grave mistake: in answer to vaguely reformist and humanitarian agitation he admitted women to politics and the professions. The conservatives who saw this as the undermining of our civilisation and the end of the state and marriage were right after all; it is time for the demolition to begin.

The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.

Mother is the dead heart of the family spending father's earnings on consumer goods to enhance the environment in which he eats, sleeps, and watches the television.

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