It would be an endless task to trace the variety of meannesses, cares, and sorrows into which women are plunged by the prevailing opinion that they were created rather to feel than reason. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
When I step into the batters box. The fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
“...the past was blotted from my memory, the present was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope, and anticipations of joy.” — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
A lofty sense of independence is, in man, the best privilege of his nature. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Standing armies can never consist of resolute robust men; they may be well-disciplined machines, but they will seldom contain men under the influence of… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
“Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on the… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
After days and nights of incredible labor and fatigue, I succeeded in discovering the cause of generation and life. Nay, more, I became myself… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
“I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind and endowed with the will and power to effect purposes of horror, such as… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
“But liberty had been a useless gift to me had I not, as I awakened to reason, at the same time awakened to revenge.” — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Solitude becomes a sort of tangible enemy, the more dangerous, because it dwells within the citadel itself. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
