“Let us, while never forgetting our womanhood, drop all emphasis on sex, and put it on being public servants.”

In politics it commonly takes a superior woman to overcome the handicap of traditional prejudice.

Since politics – until recently – has been a man’s world, men, as a whole are responsible for its corruption.

Women now wield considerable power along political lines and I believe each succeeding year for some time to come will find them wielding that power more effectively.

I was never a feminist because I was never ugly enough for that.

Why is it that only girls stand on the sides of their feet? As if they’re afraid to plant themselves?

There may be women to emerge who will be able to formulate a new and possible concept that homosexual persecution and condemnation has at its roots not only social ignorance, but a philosophically active anti-feminist dogma.

The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I’m thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho.

Society is so slow. A feminist is a bore.

The pitfall of the feminist is the belief that the interests of men and women can ever be severed; that what brings sufferings to the one can leave the other unscathed.

The connections between and among women are the most feared, the most problematic, and the most potentially transforming force on the planet.

Each feminist work has tended to be received as if it emerged from nowhere; as if each one of us had lived, thought, and worked without any historical past or contextual present.