I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

The profound difference that divides the human race is a question of bait - whether to fish with worms or not.

It would be a thousand pities if women wrote like men, or lived like men, or looked like men, for if two sexes are quite inadequate, considering the vastness and variety of the world, how should we manage with one only? Ought not education to bring out and fortify the differences rather than the similarities?

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Life's bare as a bone.