It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.
Mary WollstonecraftThe graceful ivy, clasping the oak that supported it, would form a whole in which strength and beauty would be equally conspicuous.
Mary WollstonecraftChildren, I grant, should be innocent; but when the epithet is applied to men, or women, it is but a civil term for weakness.
Mary WollstonecraftWhen poverty is more disgraceful than even vice, is not morality cut to the quick?
Mary Wollstonecraft