Preparations are good in life, prologues ruinous.

Everywhere the fatal spirit of imitation, of reference to European standards, penetrates and threatens to blight whatever of original growth might adorn the soil.

Not one man, in the million, shall I say? no, not in the hundred million, can rise above the belief that woman was made for man.

Beware of over-great pleasure in being popular or even beloved.

While any one is base, none can be entirely free and noble.

We would have every arbitrary barrier thrown down. We would have every path laid open to woman as freely as to man.

Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.