My Knees Have Always Been Ugly.

I Didn't Fight To Get Women Out From Behind Vacuum Cleaners To Get Them Onto The Board Of Hoover.

Perhaps Women Have Always Been In Closer Contact With Reality Than Men: It Would Seem To Be The Just Recompense For Being Deprived Of Idealism.

People Who Are Really Happy Do Not Concern Themselves With Convincing Others Of The Fact.

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.

The Fear Of Freedom Is Strong In Us. We Call It Chaos Or Anarchy, And The Words Are Threatening. We Live In A True Chaos Of Contradicting Authorities, An Age Of Conformism Without Community, Of Proximity Without Communication. We Could Only Fear Chaos If We Imagined That It Was Unknown To Us, But In Fact We Know It Very Well.