“living for a high purpose is as honorable as dying for it.”

If we learn from the experience, there is no failure, only delayed victory.

Just as the world war is no white man’s war, but every man’s war, so is the struggle for woman suffrage no white woman’s struggle, but every woman’s struggle.

The belief that we are defending the highest good of the mothers of our race and the ultimate welfare of society makes every sacrifice seem trivial, every duty a pleasure.

Parliaments have stopped laughing at woman suffrage, and politicians have begun to dodge! It is the inevitable premonition of coming victory.

The vote is the emblem of your equality, women of America, the guarantee of your liberty.

Roll up your sleeves, set your mind to making history, and wage such a fight for liberty that the whole world will respect our sex.

There is one thing no people have ever done; that is, to oppose a threatening war with intelligent and vigorous purpose some years before it was due to arrive.

No written law has ever been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.

White supremacy will be strengthened, not weakened, by women’s suffrage.

What is prejudice? An opinion, which is not based upon reason; a judgment, without having heard the argument; a feeling, without being able to trace from whence it came.

The answer to one is the answer to all. Government by ‘the people’ is expedient or it is not. If it is expedient, then obviously all the people must be included.

When a just cause reaches its flood-tide…whatever stands in its way must fall before its overwhelming force.

Service to a just cause rewards the worker with more real happiness and satisfaction than any other venture of life.

To the wrongs that need resistance, To the right that needs assistance, To the future in the distance, Give yourselves.

The vote is a power, a weapon of offense and defense, a prayer.

The vote has been costly. Prize it…understand what it means and what it can do for your country.

All interest in disease and death is only another expression of interest in life.

I’m the only talk show host, I think, if there’s such a category in, what’s called, the book of records, to have a guest die while we were taping the show, yeah.

What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.

If you believe Jesus ever had a good word for war or torture or tax cuts for the rich, or raping the earth, or refusing water to dying migrants, then you might as well believe bunnies lay painted eggs.

I used to think of deathlike I suppose soldiers think of it: it was a possible thing that I could well avoid by my skill.

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.

A living thing is distinguished from a dead thing by the multiplicity of the changes at any moment taking place in it.

He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.