A little patience, and all will be over.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTOnly that education deserves emphatically to be termed cultivation of the mind which teaches young people how to begin to think.
More Mary Wollstonecraft Quotes
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The being who patiently endures injustice, and silently bears insults, will soon become unjust, or unable to discern right from wrong.
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Men and women must be educated, in a great degree, by the opinions and manners of the society they live in.
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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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Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable – and life is more than a dream.
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We must all be in love once in our lives.
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Nature in everything demands respect, and those who violate her laws seldom violate them with impunity.
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Parental affection is, perhaps, the blindest modification of perverse self-love
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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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Pope’s summary of their character to be just, that every woman is at heart a rake.
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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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Solitude and reflection are necessary to give to wishes the force of passions.
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But what a weak barrier is truth when it stands in the way of an hypothesis!
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Independence I have long considered as the grand blessing of life, the basis of every virtue; and independence I will ever secure by contracting my wants, though I were to live on a barren heath.
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True sensibility, the sensibility which is the auxiliary of virtue, and the soul of genius, is in society so occupied with the feelings of others, as scarcely to regard its own sensations.
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My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed – my dearest pleasure when free.
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