I shall not waste my time in rounding periods, nor in fabricating the turgid bombast of artificial feelings, which, coming from the head, never reach the heart.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTThey are the men of fancy, the favourites of the sex, who outwardly respect, and inwardly despise the weak creatures whom they thus sport with.
More Mary Wollstonecraft Quotes
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Parental affection is, perhaps, the blindest modification of perverse self-love
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It may be impossible to convince women that the illegitimate power which they obtain by degrading themselves is a curse.
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I gazed around with rapture, and felt more of that spontaneous pleasure which gives credibility to our expectation of happiness than I had for a long, long time before.
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She was created to be the toy of man, his rattle, and it must jingle in his ears whenever, dismissing reason, he chooses to be amused.
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In short, women, in general, as well as the rich of both sexes, have acquired all the follies and vices of civilization, and missed the useful fruit.
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Those who are bold enough to advance before the age they live in, must learn to brave censure.
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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.
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Virtue flies from a house divided against itself—and a whole legion of devils take up their residence there.
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All the sacred rights of humanity are violated by insisting on blind obedience.
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Taught from infancy that beauty is woman’s sculpture the mind shapes itself to the body and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
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Soft 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.
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My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed – my dearest pleasure when free.
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I never wanted but your heart-that gone, you have nothing more to give.
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Nature in everything demands respect, and those who violate her laws seldom violate them with impunity.
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I like to see your eyes praise me and, during such recitals, there are interruptions, not ungrateful to the heart, when the honey that drops from the lips is not merely words.
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