What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.

A great many women can feel and behave like men. Very few of them can behave like gentlemen.

You're neither unnatural, nor abominable, nor mad; you're as much a part of what people call nature as anyone else; only you're unexplained as yet -- you've not got your niche in creation. ~ The Well of Loneliness, 1928

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

[On homosexuality:] Our love may be faithful even unto death and beyond - yet the world will call it unclean.

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.

I have put my pen at the service of some of the most persecuted and misunderstood people in the world. So far as I know nothing of the kind has ever been attempted before in fiction.