It is extremely unfortunate that an editor's own life and practice should be notoriously at variance with his written principles.

I am a free lover. I have an inalienable, constitutional and natural right to love whom I may, to love as long or short a period as I can; to change that love every day if I please.

There is something wrong with a government that makes women the legal property of their husbands. The whole system needs changing, but men will never make the changes. They have too much to lose.

It is not great wealth in a few individuals that proves a country is prosperous, but great general wealth evenly distributed among the people. . .

I endeavor to make the most of everything.

It makes no difference who or what you are, old or young, black or white, pagan, Jew, or Christian, I want to love you all and be loved by you all, and I mean to have your love.

While others prayed for the good time coming, I worked for it.

Woman's ability to earn money is better protection against the tyranny and brutality of men than her ability to vote.

I now announce myself as candidate for the Presidency. I anticipate criticism; but however unfavorable I trust that my sincerity will not be called into question.

Let women issue a declaration of independence sexually, and absolutely refuse to cohabit with men until they are acknowledged as equals in everything, and the victory would be won in a single week.

I offer you the remedy of Free Love as an antidote for enforced lust, and the world will have to take it before the disease can be cured.

Bad timekeeping will suck the life out of your bank account.

The absolute pacifist is a bad citizen; times come when force must be used to uphold right, justice and ideals.

The only difference between a writer and someone who wants to be a writer is discipline.

This is what I see, and what troubles me. I look on all sides, and everywhere I see nothing but obscurity. Nature offers me nothing that is not a matter of doubt and disquiet.

A woman's flexibility and a man's strength . . . put them together and you'll have a body like mine.

Vanity, wounded pride, rejection, self-delusion. I could recite a litany of little pinpricks that finally produce a gaping wound. That's how marriages and friendships come apart.

Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.

Justice that love gives is a surrender, justice that law gives is a punishment.

Expand your notion of what adversity is.

I don't operate under threats. Full stop. I don't. I don't buckle to pressure.