A lot of people seem to want to make the institution of marriage substitute for a real relationship.

Feminism's agenda is basic: It asks that women not be forced to 'choose' between public justice and private happiness.

The system of heroism depends on women to be weak so men can be strong.

In place of equal respect, the nation offered women the Miss America beauty pageant, established in 1920-the same year women won the vote.

As it turns out, social scientists have established only one fact about single women's mental health: employment improves it.

The women's movement. . . has proved women's own worst enemy.

The culture used to move relatively slowly, so you could take aim. Now it moves so fast, and is so fluffy and meaningless, you feel like an idiot even complaining about it.

When the enemy has no face, society will invent one.

Gender is really varied and complicated and sort of infinitely individualistic.

For some high-profile men in trouble, women, especially feminist women, became the all-purpose scapegoats-charged with crimes that often descended into the absurd.

Divorced men are more likely to meet their car payments than their child support obligations.

I never really grew up until I had kids.

A positive mental attitude can improve your health, enhance your relationships, increase your chances of success, and add years to your life.

It’s the wonderment of water that makes it so appealing: thoughts of what’s beneath the surface, or out there beyond a watery horizon.

There were very few women comics when I started out doing stand-up. But I always saw that as a great advantage.

If I were a Roman Catholic, I should turn a heretic, in sheer desperation, because I would rather go to heaven than go to purgatory.

My wife and I are both Libertarian; she was a Democrat and I was a Republican, and we both met in the middle somewhere.

Who should know better than a cosmetician that human beings are less than rational creatures?

For she had embodied the Great Perhaps--she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.

Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.

General, you don't have a war plan! All you have is a kind of horrible spasm!