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.

I think when judges are in the position of authority, they really get bent out of shape when someone tells them they acted inappropriately.

In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.

Boston is an oasis in the desert, a place where the larger proportion of people are loving, rational and happy.