Clearly, society has a tremendous stake in insisting on a woman’s natural fitness for the career of mother: the alternatives are all too expensive.

Being a good mother does not call for the same qualities as being a good housewife; a dedication to keeping children clean and tidy may override an interest in their separate development as individuals.

Housework is work directly opposed to the possibility of human self-actualization.

It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one’s own identity.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

Families are nothing other than the idolatry of duty.

There are always women who will take men on their own terms. If I were a man I wouldn’t bother to change while there are women like that around.