“Nothing is hopeless that is right.”

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.

Every generation of converts threshes over the same old straw.

I don’t want to die as long as I can work; the minute I can not, I want to go.

I expect to do more work for woman suffrage in the next decade than ever before.

Men, their rights, and nothing more; women, their rights, and nothing less.

The worst enemy women have is in the pulpit.

It’s too bad that our bodies wear out while our interests are just as strong as ever.

Why should we not pray to our mother who are in heaven, as well as to our father?

Every discrimination against women in the constitutions and laws of the several States is today null and void, precisely as in every one against Negroes.

I suffer from a genetic flaw, which is that my mother was a hopeless Pollyanna.

I’m really hopeless with technology – I don’t even have a computer.

Anything which must be understood by millions of people is so hopelessly divorced from how it is that it becomes a form of fiction.

You are some kind of a mystery suspended between two eternities. And in that moment, when a mind looks out at a world and asks the question, ‘What is it?’ In that moment art can be created.

This began, most recognizably, with the rejection of politically-oriented thinking as essentially a hopeless waste of intellectual effort.

The colour grey makes you feel uneasy, makes things seem complicated and hopeless, it upsets the notion of black and white.

O Hope! Dazzling, radiant Hope! What a change thou bringest to the hopeless; brightening the darkened paths, and cheering the lonely way.

Self-censorship is insulting to the self. Timidity is a hopeless way forward.