Women Have No Sympathy And

A Woman Cannot Live In The Light Of Intellect. Society Forbids It. Those Conventional Frivolities, Which Are Called Her 'duties', Forbid It. Her 'domestic Duties', High-sounding Words, Which, For The Most Part, Are But Bad Habits (which She Has Not The Courage To Enfranchise Herself From, The Strength To Break Through), Forbid It.

Women Never Have A Half-hour In All Their Lives (excepting Before Or After Anybody Is Up In The House) That They Can Call Their Own, Without Fear Of Offending Or Of Hurting Someone. Why Do People Sit Up So Late, Or, More Rarely, Get Up So Early? Not Because The Day Is Not Long Enough, But Because They Have 'no Time In The Day To Themselves.' 1852

Nursing Is One Of The Fine Arts: I Had Almost Said, The Finest Of Fine Arts.

Volumes Are Now Written And Spoken Upon The Effect Of The Mind Upon The Body. Much Of It Is True. But I Wish A Little More Was Thought Of The Effect Of The Body On The Mind.

The Family Uses People, Not For What They Are, Nor For What They Are Intended To Be, But For What It Wants Them For- Its Own Uses. It Thinks Of Them Not As What God Has Made Them, But As The Something Which It Has Arranged That They Shall Be.