“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.

I know not what you believe of God, but I believe He gave yearnings and longings to be filled, and that He did not mean all our time should be devoted to feeding and clothing the body

Now all we need is to continue to speak the truth fearlessly, and we shall add to our number those who will turn the scale to the side of equal and full justice in all things.

The politician is the creature of the public sentiment — never goes ahead of it because he depends on it . . .

Make the world better.

The great majority of women are more intelligent, better educated, and far more moral than multitudes of men whose right to vote no man questions.

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

In education, in marriage, in religion, in everything, disappointment is the lot of women. It shall be the business of my life to deepen this disappointment in every woman’s heart until she bows down to it no longer.

The price of freedom is death.

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.

The cost of freedom is always high.

The best road to progress is freedom’s road.

How little do my countrymen know what precious blessings they are in possession of, and which no other people on earth enjoy!

Find you someone that looks at you like I look at the animated pigeon version of myself

In true love, you attain freedom.

Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.