As a result of the feminist revolution, 'feminine' becomes an abusive epithet.

It is more comfortable for me, in the long run, to be rude than polite.

There is nothing contemptible about an intoxicated man – if it is nothing more than a bookful of words or a roomful of notes that he has got drunk on.

Then down came the lid – the day was lost, for art, at Sarajevo. World-politics stepped in, and a war was started which has not ended yet: a “war to end war.” But it merely ended art. It did not end war.

A sort of war of revenge on the intellect is what, for some reason, thrives in the contemporary social atmosphere.

Men were only made into ‘men’ with great difficulty even in primitive society: the male is not naturally ‘a man’ any more than the woman. He has to be propped up into that position with some ingenuity, and is always likely to collapse.

To be a satirist, at all events. The venom of Pope is what is needed. The sense of delight – the expansion and the compassion of Shakespeare is no good at all for that. He is a bad comic.

The male has been persuaded to assume a certain onerous and disagreeable role with the promise of rewards – material and psychological. Women may in the first place even have put it into his head. BE A MAN! may have been, metaphorically, what Eve uttered at the critical moment in the garden of Eden.

All orthodox opinion – that is, today, “revolutionary” opinion either of the pure or the impure variety – is anti-man.

It is more comfortable for me, in the long run, to be rude than polite...