“The prolonged slavery of woman is the darkest page in human history.”

The woman is uniformly sacrificed to the wife and mother.

All men & women are created equal.

The happiest people I have known have been those who gave themselves no concern about their own souls, but did their uttermost to mitigate the miseries of others.

The Bible contains some of the most sublime passages in English literature, but is also full of contradictions, inconsistencies, and absurdities.

Social science affirms that a woman’s place in society marks the level of civilization.

To refuse political equality is to rob the ostracized of all self-respect.

When women can support themselves, have entry to all the trades and professions, with a house of their own over their heads and a bank account, they will own their bodies and be dictators in the social realm.

Self-development is a higher duty than self-sacrifice.

Woman’s discontent increases in exact proportion to her development.

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.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.’

Unless God’s Word illumine the way, the whole life of men is wrapped in darkness and mist, so that they cannot but miserably stray.

Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made.

Life is a hard battle anyway. If we laugh and sing a little as we fight the good fight of freedom, it makes it all go easier. I will not allow my life’s light to be determined by the darkness around me.

She lost herself, a little, in that darkness but returned with stars beneath her skin.

The people we love live in the moon. Guiding us on our darkest nights.

A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin’d, Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind.