The revolutionary woman knows the world she seeks to overthrow is precisely one in which love between equal human beings is well nigh impossible. We are still part of the ironical working-out of this, our own cruel contradiction. One of the most compelling facts which can unite women and make us act is the overwhelming indignity or bitter hurt of being regarded as simply __he other_, __n object_, __ommodity_, __hing_. We act directly from a consciousness of the impossibility of loving or being loved without distortion. But we must still demand now the preconditions of what is impossible at the moment. It is a most disturbing dialectic, our praxis of pain.

One thing I have come to realize is that love is not always happiness.

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

The most powerful relationship you will ever have is the relationship with yourself. It is in this relationship that you set the standard for all others.

A truly happy woman drives some men and almost every other woman absolutely crazy

If you really want to be happy, don't just go for the money. Go for the relationship that lasts. Go for things of greater value.