War is the admission of defeat in the face of conflicting interests.

Older women can afford to agree that femininity is a charade, a matter of colored hair, ecru lace and whalebones, the kind of slap and tat that transvestites are in love with, and no more.

I think that testosterone is a rare poison.

I find that those men who are personally most polite to women, who call them angels and all that, cherish in secret the greatest contempt for them.

People who are really happy do not concern themselves with convincing others of the fact.

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

Too many women are forced to abort by poverty, by their menfolk, by their parents. A choice is only possible if there are genuine alternatives.