“Take time to leave cities, at least once in a year, and go to some natural place, hills, sea, jungles, rivers, where you see nothing but nature His creations. Where you only hear chirping of birds,...”

“Fear is the worst enemy of sex. If a man is afraid of something he will start losing interest in sex. And, eventually he may become impotent.”

“Even love becomes pain if destiny has some other designs.”

“Stop blaming others for the pains and sufferings you have. They are because of you, your karma, and your own disposition.”

“Whatever name civilizations give to the arrangement where a man lives with a woman, it is always better to call it a marriage.”

“Had the love been permanent, there wont have been divorces after love marriages. Had the love been everlasting, there wont have been bad blood in the family.”

“I shall treat the nature and power of the Affects, and the power of the Mind over them, by the same Method by which, in the preceding parts, I treated God and the Mind, and I shall consider human a...”

“He knew how to handle pain. You had to lie down with pain, not draw back away from it. You let yourself sort of move around the outside edge of pain like with cold water until you finally got up yo...”

“Sometimes, people dont need our homes to live in or our bodies to lean on. All they need are our hands to lift them up.”

“There are many things that make a man irritable when he arrives home from work in the evening and a sensible wife will usually notice the storm-signals and will leave him alone until he simmers down.”

“Oblivion, she thought. That was the world she lived in. It was what they should name some countries, towns, and places.”

“A lot of men wouldn't like being called a romantic. It's not macho enough.'Quite often men are fools.”

“No black woman writer in this culture can write "too much". Indeed, no woman writer can write "too much"...No woman has ever written enough.”

“When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women”

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”