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

Woman’s degradation is in mans idea of his sexual rights. Our religion, laws, customs, are all founded on the belief that woman was made for man.

I am always busy, which is perhaps the chief reason why I am always well.

The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.

The great lesson that nature seems to teach us at all ages is self-dependence, self-protection, self-support. In the hours of our keenest sufferings all are thrown wholly on themselves for consolation.

Oh, the shortcomings and inconsistency of the average human being, especially when this human being is a man trying to manage women’s affairs!

Though motherhood is the most important of all the professions – requiring more knowledge than any other department in human affairs – there was no attention given to preparation for this office.

A woman will always be dependent until she holds a purse of her own.

Because man and woman are the complement of one another, we need woman’s thought in national affairs to make a safe and stable government.

Men as a general rule have very little reverence for trees.

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.

I am mystic bones and a curious heart. Pain and joy and stardust skin. A sacred soul container. Time and space and matter and illusion. Expansion and contraction. A breathing universe.

The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven.

When you’re feeling exhausted and completely out of breath, turn and fall into his arms and you will find your rest.

How mundane it is for us to realize that we are all breathing under the same sky.

CO2 is the exhaling breath of our civilization, literally… Changing that pattern requires a scope, a scale, a speed of change that is beyond what we have done in the past.

Prayer shouldn’t be casual or sporadic, dictated only by the needs of the moment. Prayer should be as much a part of our lives as breathing.

In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.

When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.