If it were natural for father to care for their sons, they would not need so many laws commanding them to do so.

Women must begin to "save" themselves and their daughters before they "save" their husbands and their sons; before they "save" the whole world.

Sons or fathers, poor men or rich men, sacred or secular: all are homosexual in their worship of everything phallic.

Feminism is a way of understanding reality, not just a series of things to do. Feminism challenges our predilection for one right answer, one right God, one size fits all.

The West has funded the war against itself by buying Arab oil. It is as simple and as tragic as that.

Time is life. Anyone who wastes my time is killing me. Please don't!

All men are not rapists - but almost all rapists are men.

Ideal mental health, like freedom, exists for one person only if it exists for all people.

exile ... might be the largest new state created by the twentieth century and the psychology of the twenty-first century.

Women must convert their love for and reliance on strength and skill in others to a love for all manner of strength and skill in themselves

Most mother-women give up whatever ghost of a unique and human self they may have when they 'marry' and raise children.

The promise of the future is only possible when the price is paid in full and in advance.

Great minds with great ideas usually share in the midst of their persecution

Worrying about worrying is a dangerous cycle to fall into. People who get caught up in worry when they try to force themselves to stop worrying may want to try a different strategy – acceptance.

What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that could happen.

No man's plenum, Mr. Quistgaard, is impervious to the awl of God's will.

When you come right down to it, the secret to having it all is loving it all.

I'll never have enough time to paint all the pictures I'd like to.

Blessed loves! how happy they have made us on the earth; what will they be when they have deepened through ages, with no alloy of envy or suspicion or selfishness or sorrow?

Sometimes when I don't want to cry, I cry. And when I want to I can't. It's subconscious. Like sexual performance.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.