We Gather Perfect Fruit From Perfect Trees.

As I Look Back Upon My Life, I See That Every Part Of It Was A Preparation For The Next. The Most Trivial Of Incidents Fits Into The Larger Pattern Like A Mosaic In A Preconceived Design.

A Free Race Cannot Be Born Of Slave Mothers.

No Woman Can Call Herself Free Who Does Not Control Her Own Body.

The Undeniably Feeble-minded Should, Indeed, Not Only Be Discouraged But Prevented From Propagating Their Kind.

Woman Must Not Accept; She Must Challenge. She Must Not Be Awed By That Which Has Been Built Up Around Her; She Must Reverence That Woman In Her Which Struggles For Expression.