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

With age come the inner, the higher life. Who would be forever young, to dwell always in externals?

Progress is the victory of a new thought over old superstitions.

Heavenly Father and Mother, make us thankful for all the blessings of this life, and make us ever mindful of the patient hands that oft in weariness spread our tables and prepare our daily food. For humanity’s sake, Amen.

Nothing strengthens the judgment and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility.

While women were tortured, drowned and burned by the thousands, scarce one wizard to a hundred was ever condemned … The same distinction of sex appears in our own day. One code of morals for men, another for women.

The first step in the elevation of women under all systems of religion is to convince them that the great Spirit of the Universe is in no way responsible for any of these absurdities.

Come, come, my conservative friend, wipe the dew off your spectacles, and see that the world is moving.

The best protection any woman can have… is courage.

Human beings lose their logic in their vindictiveness.

It is the inalienable right of all to be happy.

Every truth we see is one to give to the world, not to keep to ourselves alone.

A government is just only when the whole people share equally in its protection and advantages.

The desire to please those we admire and respect often cripples conscience.

One remarkable fact stands out in the history of witchcraft; and that is, its victims were chiefly women. Scarce one wizard to a hundred witches was ever burned or tortured.

What will we and our daughters suffer if these degraded black men are allowed to have the rights that would make them even worse than our Saxon fathers?

So long as women are slaves, men will be knaves.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God’s holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.

They’re powerful, those songs. At times they’ve been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.

What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!

The great empire will be torn from limb, the all-powerful one for more than four-hundred years: Great power given to the dark one from slaves come.