Evolution is what it is. The upper classes have always died out; it's one of the most charming things about them.

We live in a true chaos of contradicting authorities, an age of conformism without community, of proximity without communication.

The only perfect love to be found on earth is not sexual love, which is riddled with hostility and insecurity, but the wordless commitment of families, which takes as its model mother-love. This is not to say that fathers have no place, for father-love, with its driving for self-improvement and discipline, is also essential to survival, but that uncorrected father-love, father-love as it were practiced by both parents, is a way to annihilation.

What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.

Human beings have an inalienable right to invent themselves.

In modern consumer society, the attack on mother-child eroticism took its total form; breastfeeding was proscribed and the breasts reserved for the husband's fetishistic delectation. At the same time, babies were segregated, put into cold beds alone and not picked up if they cried.

We can't change the moon but we can live in harmony with its tides, and we can make some ripples of our own.