Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere.

'What I believe' is a process rather than a finality. Finalities are for gods and governments, not for the human intellect.

A true conception of the relation of the sexes will not admit of conqueror and conquered; it knows of but one great thing; to give of one's self boundlessly, in order to find one's self richer, deeper, better.

so few people realize that preparedness never leads to peace, but that it is indeed the road to universal slaughter.

Free love? as if love is anything but free. Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love.

Nora leaves her husband, not-as the stupid critic would have it-because she is tired of her responsibilities or feels the need of woman's rights, but because she has come to know that for eight years she had lived with a stranger and borne him children. Can there be anything more humiliating, more degrading than a life-long proximity between two strangers? No need for the woman to know anything of the man, save his income. As to the knowledge of the woman-what is there to know except that she has a pleasing appearance?

Nothing would prove more disastrous to our ideas, we contended, than to neglect the effect of the internal upon the external, of the psychological motives and needs upon existing institutions.