“You may go over the world and you will find that every form of religion which has breathed upon this earth has degraded woman.”

The Bible and the Church have been the greatest stumbling blocks in the way of women’s emancipation.

My religious superstition gave place to rational ideas based on scientific facts, and in proportion as I looked at everything from a new standpoint, I grew more happy day by day.

The prolonged slavery of woman is the darkest page in human history.

Words cannot describe the indignation a proud woman feels for her sex in disfranchisement.

[On women’s role in the home:] Every wife, mother and housekeeper feels at present that there is some screw loose in the household situation.

To develop our real selves, we need time alone for thought and meditation. To be always giving out and never pumping in, the well runs dry.

Men think that self-sacrifice is the most charming of all the cardinal virtues for women, and in order to keep it in healthy working order, they make opportunities for its illustration as often as possible.

We found nothing grand in the history of the Jews nor in the morals inculcated in the Pentateuch. I know of no other books that so fully teach the subjection and degradation of woman.

If the Bible teaches the equality of women, why does the church refuse to ordain women to preach the gospel, to fill the offices of deacons and elders, and to administer the Sacraments…?

Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another.

Nothing adds such dignity to character as the recognition of one’s self- sovereignty.

God, in His wisdom, has so linked the whole human family together that any violence done at one end of the chain is felt throughout its length.

The woman is uniformly sacrificed to the wife and mother.

All men & women are created equal.

The happiest people I have known have been those who gave themselves no concern about their own souls, but did their uttermost to mitigate the miseries of others.

The Bible contains some of the most sublime passages in English literature, but is also full of contradictions, inconsistencies, and absurdities.

You breathe, you love, you feel – and that’s enough to learn to see beauty in details. Is it not an art of living to create happiness where it does not exist?

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.

It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.

Isn’t it strange, it’s not that our body forgets to breathe but subconsciously we hold our breath.

As long as you are breathing there is time. Don’t rush time. Let it flow how it needs to.

Sometimes you need to get away to get a literal breath of fresh air physically & mentally.

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.