“Nothing is hopeless that is right.”

I was born a heretic. I always distrusted people who know so much about what God wants them to do to their fellows.

To think, I have had more than 60 years of hard struggle for a little liberty, and then to die without it seems so cruel.

Women, we might as well be dogs baying the moon as petitioners without the right to vote!

How shall we ever make the world intelligent?

Our Job is not to make young women grateful. It is to make the ungrateful so they keep going. Gratitude never radicalized anybody.

Better lose me than lose a state.

The only question left to be settled now is: Are women persons? And I hardly believe any of our opponents will have the hardihood to say they are not.

If I could only live another century!

Away with your man-visions! Women propose to reject them all, and begin to dream dreams for themselves.

Wherever women gather together failure is impossible.

The older I get, the greater power I seem to have to help the world; I am like a snowball – the further I am rolled the more I gain.

Liberty, Humanity, Justice, Equality.

Every woman should have a purse of her own.

Forget conventionalisms; forget what the world thinks of you stepping out of your place; think your best thoughts, speak your best words, work your best works, looking to your own conscience for approval.

For a people is only as great, as free, as lofty, as advanced as its women are free, noble and progressive.

I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel – the picture of free, untrammeled womanhood.

This began, most recognizably, with the rejection of politically-oriented thinking as essentially a hopeless waste of intellectual effort.

The colour grey makes you feel uneasy, makes things seem complicated and hopeless, it upsets the notion of black and white.

O Hope! Dazzling, radiant Hope! What a change thou bringest to the hopeless; brightening the darkened paths, and cheering the lonely way.

Self-censorship is insulting to the self. Timidity is a hopeless way forward.

Hopeless are those who suffers the curse of heaven-so be hopeful.

I am really, truly a hopeless romantic, myself, and I am also obsessed with past lives, knowing someone from a past life and knowing that right away, when you meet them.

Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.

Love gives life to the lifeless. Love lights a flame in the heart that is cold. Love brings hope to the hopeless and gladdens the hearts of the sorrowful.