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.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFTFew, 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.
More Mary Wollstonecraft Quotes
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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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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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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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A little patience, and all will be over.
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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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It may be impossible to convince women that the illegitimate power which they obtain by degrading themselves is a curse.
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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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I shall not waste my time in rounding periods, nor in fabricating the turgid bombast of artificial feelings, which, coming from the head, never reach the heart.
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Still the men stand up for the dignity of man, by oppressing the women.
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I like to use significant words.
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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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Men of genius and talents have started out of a class, in which women have never yet been placed.
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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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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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A man, when he undertakes a journey, has, in general the end in view; a woman thinks more of the incidental occurrences, the strange things that may possibly occur on the road.
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