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.

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.

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

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.

It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.

Life's not all beer and skittles

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