“Strengthen the female mind by enlarging it, and there will be an end to blind obedience.”

All power inebriates weak man; and its abuse proves that the more equality there is established among men, the more virtue and happiness will reign in society.

Only that education deserves emphatically to be termed cultivation of the mind which teaches young people how to begin to think.

Still the men stand up for the dignity of man, by oppressing the women.

But what a weak barrier is truth when it stands in the way of an hypothesis!

A king is always a king-and a woman always a woman: his authority and her sex, ever stand between them and rational converse.

Errors are often useful; but it is commonly to remedy other errors.

Thus do we wish as we float down the stream of life, whilst chance does.

The education of women has of late been more attended to than formerly; yet they are still reckoned a frivolous sex, and ridiculed or pitied by the writers who endavour by satire or instruction to improve them.

Considering the length of time that women have been dependent, is it surprising that some of them hug their chains, and fawn like the spaniel?

A little patience, and all will be over.

It is justice, not charity, that is wanting in the world!

Nature in everything demands respect, and those who violate her laws seldom violate them with impunity.

The being who patiently endures injustice, and silently bears insults, will soon become unjust, or unable to discern right from wrong.

All the sacred rights of humanity are violated by insisting on blind obedience.

I wish to show that elegance is inferior to virtue, that the first object of laudable ambition is to obtain a character as a human being, regardless of the distinction of sex.

Friendship and domestic happiness are continually praised; yet how little is there of either in the world, because it requires more cultivation of mind to keep awake affection, even in our own hearts, than the common run of people suppose.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

Nor can a man any more live, whose Desires are at an end, than he, whose Senses and Imaginations are at a stand.

In the end what matters is not how good we are but how good God is. Not how much we love Him but how much He loves us. And God loves us whoever we are, whatever we’ve done or failed to do, whatever we believe or can’t.

It’s not the pace of life I mind. It’s the sudden stop at the end.

Knowledge is in the end based on acknowledgment.

Maybe our story didn’t end the way we planned but, Neither did the beginning. Regardless, our story will remain as one of my fondest memories.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth — look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.