The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.
Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.
At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.
Every epoch dreams its successor.
Our esteem is apt to be given where we know the least.
Improvement depends far less upon length of tasks and hours of application than is supposed. Children can take in but a little each day; they are like vases with a narrow neck; you may pour little or pour much, but much will not enter at a time.