May I Never, I Say, Become That

Some Day The Devil Will Come To Me And Say: 'come With Me.'and I Will Answer: 'yes.

I Can Think Of Nothing In The World Like The Utter Littleness, The Paltriness, The Contemptibleness, The Degradation, Of The Woman Who Is Tied Down Under A Roof With A Man Who Is Really Nothing To Her; Who Wears The Man’s Name, Who Bears The Man’s Children — Who Plays The Virtuous Woman. . . . May I Never, I Say, Become That Abnormal Merciless Animal, That Deformed Monstrosity — A Virtuous Woman.

It Is With Pain That I Read Of The Dire Effects Of My Book Upon The Minds Of Young Girls.

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

I Would Rather Be A Fairly Happy Wife And Mother.