Soft phrases, susceptibility of heart, delicacy of sentiment, and refinement of taste are almost synonymous with the epithets of weakness, I wish to show that elegance is inferior to virtue.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTErrors are often useful; but it is commonly to remedy other errors.
More Mary Wollstonecraft Quotes
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The most holy band of society is friendship. It has been well said, by a shrewd satirist, “that rare as true love is, true friendship is still rarer.
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In short, women, in general, as well as the rich of both sexes, have acquired all the follies and vices of civilization, and missed the useful fruit.
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Taxes on the very necessaries of life, enable an endless tribe of idle princes and princesses to pass with stupid pomp before a gaping crowd, who almost worship the very parade which costs them so dear.
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It is far better to be often deceived than never to trust; to be disappointed in love, than never to love.
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Women are systematically degraded by receiving the trivial attentions which men think it manly to pay to their sex, when, in fact, men are insultingly supporting their own superiority.
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Men, indeed, appear to me to act in a very unphilosophical manner when they try to secure the good conduct of women by attempting to keep them always in a state of childhood.
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It may be impossible to convince women that the illegitimate power which they obtain by degrading themselves is a curse.
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Modesty, temperance, and self-denial, are the sober offspring of reason.
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Those who are bold enough to advance before the age they live in, must learn to brave censure.
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Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable – and life is more than a dream.
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The honour of the woman is not made even to depend on her will.
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They are the men of fancy, the favourites of the sex, who outwardly respect, and inwardly despise the weak creatures whom they thus sport with.
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Without the aid of the imagination all the pleasures of the senses must sink into grossness.
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But let me now stop; I may be a little partial, and view every thing with the jaundiced eye of melancholy – for I am sad – and have cause.
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I like to see your eyes praise me and, during such recitals, there are interruptions, not ungrateful to the heart, when the honey that drops from the lips is not merely words.
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