“True sensibility, the sensibility which is the auxiliary of virtue, and the soul of genius, is in society so occupied with the feelings of others, as scarcely to regard its own sensations.”

Thus do we wish as we float down the stream of life, whilst chance does more to gratify our desire for knowledge than our best-laid plans.

Taught from their infancy that beauty is woman’s sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.

No man chooses evil because it is evil; he just mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.

Men, in general, seem to employ their reason to justify prejudices, rather than to root them out.

Into 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.

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!

I do what I feel is right. I do not fear to walk on a new path and take risk.

The struggle for the vote was an effort to bring men to feel less superior and women to feel less inferior.

One should not be happy or distressed over desirables and undesirables, knowing that such feelings are just created by the mind.

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

Art is the objectification of feeling.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.