“Every new truth has its birth-place in a manger, lives thirty years, is crucified, and then deified.”

The road before us is shorter than the road behind.

I return my tax bill without paying it. My reason for doing so is that women suffer taxation yet have not representation.

We want rights. The flour merchant, the house-builder, and the postman charge us no less on account of our sex; but when we endeavor to earn money to pay all these, then, indeed, we find the interest.

I expect to plead not for the slave only, but for suffering humanity everywhere. Especially do I mean to labor for the elevation of my sex.

I believe that the influence of woman will save the country before every other power.

Henceforth the leaves of the tree of knowledge were for women, and for the healing of the nations.

Too much has already been said and written about women’s sphere. Leave women, then, to find their sphere.

All over this land women have no political existence. Laws pass over our heads that we can not unmake. Our property is taken from us without our consent. The babes we bear in anguish and carry in our arms are not ours.

It is time we gave man faith in woman — and, still more, woman faith in herself.

I think God rarely gives to one man, or one set of men, more than one great moral victory to win.

Christianity … that musty old theology, which already has its grave clothes on, and is about to be buried… A wall of Bible, brimstone, church and corruption has hitherto hemmed women into nothingness.

We must be true to each other.

We ask only for justice and equal rights-the right to vote, the right to our own earnings, equality before the law.

If, while I hear the wild shriek of the slave mother robbed of her little ones, I do not open my mouth, am I not guilty?

Leave women to find their sphere.

The widening of woman’s sphere is to improve her lot. Let us do it, and if the world scoff, let it scoff if it sneer, let it sneer.