“If a man’s public record be a clear one, if he has kept his pledges before the world, I do not inquire what his private life may have been.”

Inconsistency is the jewel of the American people.

It is poor rule that won’t work more ways than one.

There shall never be another season of silence until women have the same rights men have on this green earth.

When I was young, if a girl married poverty, she bcame a drudge; if she married wealth, she became a doll.

When woman has a newspaper which fear and favor cannot touch, then it will be that she can freely write her own thoughts.

For every betrayed woman, there is always the betrayer, man.

White men have always controlled their wives’ wages.

No self-respecting woman should wish or work for the success of a party who ignores her sex.

The principle of self-government cannot be violated with impunity. The individual’s right to it is sacred – regardless of class, caste, race, color, sex or any other accident or incident of birth.

I think bicycle has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world. It gives women a feeling of freedom and self-reliance.

Marriage, to women as to men, must be a luxury, not a necessity; an incident of life, not all of it.

Not one of our national officers ever has had a dollar of salary. I retire on full pay!

Sentiment never was and never can be a guarantee for justice.

We need a daily paper edited and composed according to woman’s own thoughts, and not as woman thinks a man wants her to think and write.

Independent bread alone can redeem woman from her curse of subjection to man.

When a man says to me, ‘Let us work together in the great cause you have undertaken, and let me be your companion and aid, for I admire you more than I have ever admired any other woman,’ then I shall say, ‘I am yours truly’; but he must ask me to be his equal, not his slave.

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

When you inquire ‘Who am I?’ if you are honest, you’ll notice that it takes you right back to silence instantly. The brain doesn’t have an answer, so all of a sudden there is silence.

People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.