“All the men of the Old Testament were polygamists, and Christ and Paul, the central figures of the New Testament, were celibates, and condemned marriage by both precept and example.”

You may go over the world and you will find that every form of religion which has breathed upon this earth has degraded woman.

The history of mankind is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations on the part of man toward woman.

I shall not grow conservative with age.

Eve tasted the apple in the Garden of Eden in order to slake that intense thirst for knowledge that the simple pleasure of picking flowers and talking to Adam could not satisfy.

Woman has been the great unpaid laborer of the world.

Out of the doctrine of original sin grew the crimes and miseries of asceticism, celibacy and witchcraft; woman becoming the helpless victim of all these delusions.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?

The heyday of woman’s life is the shady side of fifty.

Truth is the only safe ground to stand on.

The history of the past is but one long struggle upward to equality.

Surely the immutable laws of the universe can teach more impressive and exalted lessons than the holy books of all the religions on earth.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal.

I think if women would indulge more freely in vituperation, they would enjoy ten times the health they do. It seems to me they are suffering from repression.

Love is the vital essence that pervades and permeates, from the center to the circumference, the graduating circles of all thought and action. Love is the talisman of human weal and woe -the open sesame to every soul.

I decline to accept Hebrew mythology as a guide to twentieth-century science.

I would have girls regard themselves not as adjectives but as nouns.

I feel very comfortable with the U.K. tone and humour and laid-back attitude.

Our environment, the world in which we live and work, is a mirror of our attitudes and expectations.

I take the good with the bad, and I try to face them both with as much calm and dignity as I can muster.

I’m always trying to be nice to my fans, but sometimes it’s hard because you’re human, and sometimes you have a bad day. Like if you’re getting into your car and you don’t say hi, all of a sudden you’re so mean. There is a balance, for sure.

It’s a dirty job being ridiculous, but I’ll do it.

The ideal attitude is to be physically loose and mentally tight.

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

I’m the only fire that can live in the rain.