O who is more to blame: He who sins for pay - Or he who pays for sin?

I was not yet three years old when my mother determined to send one of my elder sisters to learn to read at a school for girls we call the Amigas. Affection, and mischief, caused me to follow her, and when I observed how she was being taught her lessons I was so inflamed with the desire to know how to read, that deceiving - for so I knew it to be - the mistress, I told her that my mother had meant for me to have lessons too. ... I learned so quickly that before my mother knew of it I could already read.

Who has forbidden women to engage in private and individual studies? Have they not a rational soul as men do?...I have this inclination to study and if it is evil I am not the one who formed me thus - I was born with it and with it I shall die.

I walk beneath your pens, and am not what I truly am, but what you'd prefer to imagine me.

I don't study to know more, but to ignore less.

Rare is he who will concede genius.

Aristotle could have known so much more if he cooked.