The good is the greatest rival of the best.

Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.

The greatest insult came at the marriage ceremony when the minister asked 'who giveth this woman,' and some brother, or father or other man, unblushingly said he did, as though it were entirely a commercial transaction between men.

Women had first to convince the world that they had souls and then that they had minds and then it came on to this matter of political entity and the end is not yet.

the grief that can be turned into words soon heals.

Women who set a low value of themselves make life hard for all women.

I want to leave something behind when I go; some small legacy of truth, some word that will shine in a dark place.