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.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTTaught 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.
More Mary Wollstonecraft Quotes
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I do not wish them women to have power over men; but over themselves.
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Let their faculties have room to unfold, and their virtues to gain strength, and then determine where the whole sex must stand in the intellectual scale.
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After attacking the sacred majesty of Kings, I shall scarcely excite surprise by adding my firm persuasion that every profession, in which great subordination of rank constitutes its power, is highly injurious to morality.
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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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Happy would it be for women, if they were only flattered by the men who loved them; I mean, who love the individual, not the sex.
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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.
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But what a weak barrier is truth when it stands in the way of an hypothesis!
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Still the men stand up for the dignity of man, by oppressing the women.
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Parental affection is, perhaps, the blindest modification of perverse self-love
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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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Let 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.
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I never wanted but your heart-that gone, you have nothing more to give.
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A little patience, and all will be over.
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I love man as my fellow; but his scepter, real, or usurped, extends not to me, unless the reason of an individual demands my homage; and even then the submission is to reason, and not to man.
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Every glance afforded colouring for the picture she was delineating on her heart.
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