The Essence Of Pleasure Is Spontaneity.

One May Not Reach The Dawn Save By The Path Of The Night.

Unless The Concepts Of Work And Play And Reward For Work Change Absolutely, Women Must Continue To Provide Cheap Labor, And Even More, Free Labor Exacted Of Right By An Employer Possessed Of A Contract For Life, Made Out In His Favor.

Reading Was My First Solitary Vice (and Led To All Others). I Read While I Ate, I Read In The Loo, I Read In The Bath. When I Was Supposed To Be Sleeping, I Was Reading.

There Has Come Into Existence, Chiefly In America, A Breed Of Men Who Claim To Be Feminists. They Imagine That They Have Understood What Women Want And That They Are Capable Of Giving It To Them. They Help With The Dishes At Home And Make Their Own Coffee In The Office, Basking The While In The Refulgent Consciousness Of Virtue. Such Men Are Apt To Think Of The True Male Feminists As Utterly Chauvinistic.

Lovers Who Are Free To Go When They Are Restless Always Come Back; Lovers Who Are Free To Change Remain Interesting. The Bitter Animosity And Obscenity Of Divorce Is Unknown Where Individuals Have Not Become Siamese Twins.