[Finishing schools] are nicely adapted machines for experimenting on the question, "Into how little space a human being can be crushed?" I have seen some souls so compressed that they would have fitted into a small thimble, and found room to move . . .

There is no door at which the hand of woman has knocked for admission into a new field of toil but there have been found on the other side the hands of strong and generous men eager to turn it for her, almost before she knocks.

How hard it is to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.

Now we have no God. We have had two: the old God that our fathers handed down to us, that we hated, and never liked; the new one that we made for ourselves, that we loved; but now he has flitted away from us, and we see what he was made of - the shadow of our highest ideal, crowned and throned. Now we have no God.

There are only two things that are absolute realities, love and knowledge, and you can't escape them.

Power! Did you ever hear of men being asked whether other souls should have power or not? It is born in them.

Men are like the earth and we are the moon; we turn always one side to them, and they think there is no other, because they don't see it - but there is.