Those interested in perpetuating present conditions are always in tears about the marvelous past that is about to disappear, without having so much as a smile for the young future.

To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.

The emancipation of women must be the work of women themselves, independent of the class struggle.

Anyway I know only too well that all life is nothing but a brief reprieve from death.

This is certainly a very tricky point: How to ally yourself to other leftist forces without losing your feminist specificity.

Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.

immortality is a terrible curse.