My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed – my dearest pleasure when free.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTThey 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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The man who had some virtue whilst he was struggling for a crown, often becomes a voluptuous tyrant when it graces his brow.
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But what a weak barrier is truth when it stands in the way of an hypothesis!
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Still the men stand up for the dignity of man, by oppressing the women.
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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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Taught from infancy that beauty is woman’s sculpture the mind shapes itself to the body and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
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Few, I believe, have had much affection for mankind, who did not first love their parents, their brothers, sisters, and even the domestic brutes, whom they first played with.
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The greater number of people take their opinions on trust, to avoid the trouble of exercising their own minds, and these indolent beings naturally adhere to the letter, rather than the spirit of a law, divine or human.
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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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Only that education deserves emphatically to be termed cultivation of the mind which teaches young people how to begin to think.
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Virtue flies from a house divided against itself—and a whole legion of devils take up their residence there.
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And if then women do not resign the arbitrary power of beauty—they will prove that they have less mind than man.
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The appetites will rule if the mind is vacant.
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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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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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