It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.

In fact, it is a farce to call any being virtuous whose virtues do not result from the exercise of its own reason.

Women have seldom sufficient employment to silence their feelings; a round of little cares, or vain pursuits frittering away all strength of mind and organs, they become naturally only objects of sense.

Independence I have long considered as the grand blessing of life, the basis of every virtue; and independence I will ever secure by contracting my wants, though I were to live on a barren heath.

I love my man as my fellow; but his scepter, real, or usurped, extends not to me, unless the reason of an individual demands my homage; and even then the submission is to reason, and not to man.

The divine right of husbands, like the divine right of kings, may, it is hoped, in this enlightened age, be contested without danger.

It is time to effect a revolution in female manners - time to restore to them their lost dignity. It is time to separate unchangeable morals from local manners.

The being cannot be termed rational or virtuous, who obeys any authority, but that of reason.

Learn from me, if not by my precepts, then by my example, how dangerous is the pursuit of knowledge and how much happier is that man who believes his native town to be the world than he who aspires to be greater than his nature will allow.

Strengthen the female mind by enlarging it, and there will be an end to blind obedience.

Children, I grant, should be innocent; but when the epithet is applied to men, or women, it is but a civil term for weakness.

Make women rational creatures, and free citizens, and they will quickly become good wives; - that is, if men do not neglect the duties of husbands and fathers.

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

What, but the rapacity of the only men who exercised their reason, the priests, secured such vast property to the church, when a man gave his perishable substance to save himself from the dark torments of purgatory.

The beginning is always today.

If the abstract rights of man will bear discussion and explanation, those of women, by a parity of reasoning, will not shrink from the same test.

I do earnestly wish to see the distinction of sex confounded in society, unless where love animates the behaviour.

In every age there has been a stream of popular opinion that has carried all before it, and given a family character, as it were, to the century.

Women ought to have representatives, instead of being arbitrarily governed without any direct share allowed them in the deliberations of government.

It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.

Men and women must be educated, in a great degree, by the opinions and manners of the society they live in.

How can a rational being be ennobled by any thing that is not obtained by its own exertions?

Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream.

Women are degraded by the propensity to enjoy the present moment, and, at last, despise the freedom which they have not sufficient virtue to struggle to attain.

If women be educated for dependence; that is, to act according to the will of another fallible being, and submit, right or wrong, to power, where are we to stop?

Why is our fancy to be appalled by terrific perspectives of a hell beyond the grave?

Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.

No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.

Slavery to monarchs and ministers, which the world will be long freeing itself from, and whose deadly grasp stops the progress of the human mind, is not yet abolished.

Women are systematically degraded by receiving the trivial attentions which men think it manly to pay to the sex, when, in fact, men are insultingly supporting their own superiority.

Virtue can only flourish among equals.

It is vain to expect virtue from women till they are in some degree independent of men.

No man chooses evil because its evil. He only mistakes it for happiness the good he seeks.

I begin to love this creature and to anticipate her birth as a fresh twist to a knot which I do not wish to untie

Fondness is a poor substitute for friendship.

True happiness must arise from well regulated affections and an affection includes a duty.

The divine right of husbands like the divine right of kings may it is hoped in this enlightened age be contested without danger.

In this metropolis a number of lurking leeches infamously gain subsistence by practicing on the credulity of women.

I begin to love this little creature, and to anticipate his birth as a fresh twist to a know which I do not wish to unite.

Situation seems to be the mould in which men's characters are formed.

I do not wish [women] to have power over men; but over themselves.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Sure, I get the blues. But what I try to do, is apply joy to the blues, you know? I don't know if it's a technique, or just being bent that way, being raised by the folks I was raised by.

Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

I do not mind having written the song at all. I just wish that I had written it in a different key, as the high d is hard to play. I am glad that I wrote something that brought joy to millions of people.