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

Better lose me than lose a state.

The only question left to be settled now is: Are women persons? And I hardly believe any of our opponents will have the hardihood to say they are not.

If I could only live another century!

Away with your man-visions! Women propose to reject them all, and begin to dream dreams for themselves.

Wherever women gather together failure is impossible.

The older I get, the greater power I seem to have to help the world; I am like a snowball – the further I am rolled the more I gain.

Liberty, Humanity, Justice, Equality.

Every woman should have a purse of her own.

Forget conventionalisms; forget what the world thinks of you stepping out of your place; think your best thoughts, speak your best words, work your best works, looking to your own conscience for approval.

For a people is only as great, as free, as lofty, as advanced as its women are free, noble and progressive.

I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel – the picture of free, untrammeled womanhood.

The work of woman is not to lessen the severity or the certainty of the penalty for the violation of the moral law, but to prevent this violation by the removal of the causes which lead to it.

Resistance to tyranny ius obedience to God.

The day may be approaching when the whole world will recognize woman as the equal of man.

Woman must have a purse of her own, and how can this be so long as the law denies to the wife all right to both the individual and the joint earnings?

Independence is happiness.

A Satin Doll is a woman who is as pretty on the inside as she is on the outside.

Shaq is Shaq. I did an episode of The Soup with Shaq, and he shook my hand, and I felt like I was a Ken doll, like I had no hand.

It is all very well to say that children are happier with mud pies and rag dolls than with these elaborate delights.

Little children play with dolls in the outer room just as they like, without any care of fear or restraint; but as soon as their mother comes in, they throw aside their dolls and run to her crying, “Mamma, mamma.

You too, are now playing in this material world, infatuated with the dolls of wealth, honour, fame, etc.

Looking at her, you would feel she was a porcelain doll with eyes full of fire and flames of life, that washed her away from the air bubbles of uncertainty.

We used to play with barbies and when we grew up, we willingly became dolls in the hands of men, i guess we just miss our childhood games.

I keep telling myself that I’m a human being, an imperfect human being who’s not made to look like a doll.