There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self. Our inner being, which we call ourself, no eye nor touch of man or angel has ever pierced.

The prolonged slavery of woman is the darkest page in human history.

There is a great deal in a name. It often signifies much, and may involve a great principle.

To think that all in me of which my father would have felt proper pride had I been a man, is deeply mortifying to him because I am a woman.

The woman is uniformly sacrificed to the wife and mother.

The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.

I see by the papers that you have once more stirred that pool of intellectual stagnation, the educational convention.