Mary Wollstonecraft

Virtue can only flourish among equals.

The divine right of husbands, like the divine right of kings, may, it is hoped, in this enlightened age, be contested without danger.

Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream.

In early 1993, when I was 12, I was separated from my family as the Sierra Leone civil war, which began two years earlier, came into my life.

Whoever grows angry amid troubles applies a drug worse than the disease and is a physician unskilled about misfortunes.

As a young child my attention span was, as I remember it, rather short.