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.

Whatever the theories may be of woman's dependence on man, in the supreme moments of her life he can not bear her burdens.

In youth our most bitter disappointments, our brightest hopes and ambitions, are known only to ourselves. Even our friendship and love we never fully share with another; there is something of every passion, in every situation, we conceal.

The woman is uniformly sacrificed to the wife and mother.

A woman who occupies the same realm of thought with man, who can explore with him the depths of science, comprehend the steps of progress through the long past and prophesy those of the momentous future, must ever be surprised and aggravated with his assumptions of leadership and superiority, a superiority she never concedes, an authority she utterly repudiates.

It is the inalienable right of all to be happy.

When lions paint pictures men will not always be represented as conquerors. When women translate laws, constitutions, bibles and philosophies, man will not always be the declared heard of the church, the state, and the home.