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

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

The beginning is always today.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

Virtue can only flourish among equals.

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