If, while I hear the wild shriek of the slave mother robbed of her little ones, I do not open my mouth, am I not guilty?

Christianity ... that musty old theology, which already has its grave clothes on, and is about to be buried... A wall of Bible, brimstone, church and corruption has hitherto hemmed women into nothingness.

Henceforth the leaves of the tree of knowledge were for women, and for the healing of the nations.

If, while I hear the wild shriek of the slave mother robbed of her little ones, I do not open my mouth, am I not guilty?

We ask only for justice and equal rights-the right to vote, the right to our own earnings, equality before the law.

The politician is the creature of the public sentiment -- never goes ahead of it because he depends on it . . .

Leave women to find their sphere.