Without the aid of the imagination all the pleasures of the senses must sink into grossness.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTSolitude and reflection are necessary to give to wishes the force of passions.
More Mary Wollstonecraft Quotes
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If then women are not a swarm of ephemeron triflers, why should they be kept in ignorance under the specious name of innocence?
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Modesty, temperance, and self-denial, are the sober offspring of reason.
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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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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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The education of women has of late been more attended to than formerly; yet they are still reckoned a frivolous sex, and ridiculed or pitied by the writers who endavour by satire or instruction to improve them.
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It is not necessary for me always to premise, that I speak of the condition of the whole sex, leaving exceptions out of the question.
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I wish to show that elegance is inferior to virtue, that the first object of laudable ambition is to obtain a character as a human being, regardless of the distinction of sex.
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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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My own sex, I hope, will excuse me, if I treat them like rational creatures, instead of flattering their fascinating graces, and viewing them as if they were in a state of perpetual childhood, unable to stand alone.
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No man chooses evil because it is evil; he just mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.
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Men of genius and talents have started out of a class, in which women have never yet been placed.
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She would stand and behold the waves rolling, and think of the voice that could still the tumultuous deep.
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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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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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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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