Man preys on man; and you mourn for the idle tapestry that decorated a gothic pillar, and the dronish bell that summoned the fat priest to prayer. You mourn for the empty pageant of a name, when slavery flaps her wing, ... Why is our fancy to be appalled by terrific perspectives of a hell beyond the grave? - Hell stalks abroad; - the lash resounds on the slave's naked sides; and the sick wretch, who can no longer earn the sour bread of unremitting labour, steals to a ditch to bid the world a long good night.
Mary WollstonecraftHow can a rational being be ennobled by any thing that is not obtained by its own exertions?
Mary WollstonecraftThe more equality there is established among men, the more virtue and happiness will reign in society.
Mary Wollstonecraft