I like to use significant words.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTI like to use significant words.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTThey who pass their whole lives in working for their daily bread, have no ideas beyond their business or their interest, and all their understanding seems to lie in their fingers ends.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTSoft phrases, susceptibility of heart, delicacy of sentiment, and refinement of taste are almost synonymous with the epithets of weakness, I wish to show that elegance is inferior to virtue.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTLet woman share the rights, and she will emulate the virtues of man; for she must grow more perfect when emancipated, or justify the authority that chains such a weak being to her duty.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTModesty, temperance, and self-denial, are the sober offspring of reason.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTSurely something resides in this heart that is not perishable – and life is more than a dream.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTStrengthen the female mind by enlarging it, and there will be an end to blind obedience.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTMen who are inferior to their fellow men, are always most anxious to establish their superiority over women.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTFriendship 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.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTInto this error men have, probably, been led by viewing education in a false light; not considering it as the first step to form a being advancing gradually towards perfection; but only as a preparation for life.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTMy dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed – my dearest pleasure when free.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTMy own sex, I hope, will excuse me, if I treat them like rational creatures, instead of flattering their fascinating graces, and viewing them as if they were in a state of perpetual childhood, unable to stand alone.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTThe man who had some virtue whilst he was struggling for a crown, often becomes a voluptuous tyrant when it graces his brow.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTIndependence I have long considered as the grand blessing of life, the basis of every virtue; and independence I will ever secure by contracting my wants, though I were to live on a barren heath.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTI never wanted but your heart-that gone, you have nothing more to give.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTRousseau exerts himself to prove that all was right originally: a crowd of authors that all is now right: and I, that all will be right.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT