“A woman will always be dependent until she holds a purse of her own.”

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.

Social science affirms that a woman’s place in society marks the level of civilization.

The way he holds the night sky in his eyes is the reason* why I love stars so much. -Astrophile in Love.

To be held safe in our vulnerabilities -isn’t that what we should call love?

Living in a constant paradox, begging to be held and released by gravity, to be grounded and free. But my feet pressed against the earth yearn for the clouds above my fingertips adrift whispering I don’t want to be at the mercy of gravity.

I just want to be held is that too much to ask?

Do you see how the sky holds the stars so softly so that they twinkle till eternity? Sky,”I’ll never let you go”

Hold my hand. I promise never to let go of yours.

Hold her hand if you like but she’ll rather you hold her heart.

Be gentle with yourself, my child. In your hands you hold all that is precious within you.