All the sacred rights of humanity are violated by insisting on blind obedience.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTFriendship is a serious affection; the most sublime of all affections, because it is founded on principle, and cemented by time.
More Mary Wollstonecraft Quotes
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I never wanted but your heart-that gone, you have nothing more to give.
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Every glance afforded colouring for the picture she was delineating on her heart.
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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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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 being who patiently endures injustice, and silently bears insults, will soon become unjust, or unable to discern right from wrong.
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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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Thus do we wish as we float down the stream of life, whilst chance does more to gratify our desire for knowledge than our best-laid plans.
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Friendship and domestic happiness are continually praised; yet how little is there of either in the world, because it requires more cultivation of mind to keep awake affection, even in our own hearts, than the common run of people suppose.
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Not on the score of modesty, but decency; for the care which some modest women take, making at the same time a display of that care, not to let their legs be seen, is as childish as immodest.
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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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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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The honour of the woman is not made even to depend on her will.
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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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Men of genius and talents have started out of a class, in which women have never yet been placed.
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They who pass their whole lives in working for their daily bread, have no ideas beyond their business or their interest, and all their understanding seems to lie in their fingers ends.
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