I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women... no woman has excited passions among women more than I have.

A woman cannot live in the light of intellect. Society forbids it. Those conventional frivolities, which are called her 'duties', forbid it. Her 'domestic duties', high-sounding words, which, for the most part, are but bad habits (which she has not the courage to enfranchise herself from, the strength to break through), forbid it.

Little as we know about the way in which we are affected by form, by color, and light, we do know this, that they have an actual physical effect.

There is a physical, not moral, impossibility of supplying the wants of the intellect in the state of civilisation at which we have arrived.

Asceticism is the trifling of an enthusiast with his power, a puerile coquetting with his selfishness or his vanity, in the absence of any sufficiently great object to employ the first or overcome the last.

In a sick-room or a bed-room there should never be shutters shut.

There are no specific diseases only specific disease conditions