When I was a young hippy, I thought marching naked would be a strong protest, but I don't think it would be as effective now.

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.

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

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.

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.

Every human body has its optimum weight and contour, which only health and efficiency can establish. Whenever we treat women's bodies as aesthetic objects without function we deform them.

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.