“The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing one young soul with the superstition of the Christian religion.”

If the Bible teaches the equality of women, why does the church refuse to ordain women to preach the gospel, to fill the offices of deacons and elders, and to administer the Sacraments…?

Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another.

Nothing adds such dignity to character as the recognition of one’s self- sovereignty.

God, in His wisdom, has so linked the whole human family together that any violence done at one end of the chain is felt throughout its length.

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 marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.

In the memory of the dead all chronological differences are effaced.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell.

Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.