A blank wall of social and professional antagonism faces the woman.

I, who so love a hermit life for a good part of the day, find myself living in public, and almost losing my identity.

I felt more than ever the necessity of my mission. But I went home out of spirits, I hardly know why. I must work by myself all life long.

It is a well-established fact that in healthy loving women, uninjured by the too frequent lesions which result from childbirth, increasing physical satisfaction attaches to the ultimate physical expression of love. ... Love between the sexes is the highest and mightiest form of human sexual passion.

None of us can know what we are capable of until we are tested.

Health has its science, as well as disease.

[On sex:] ... the total deprivation of it produces irritability.