Thoughts are like stars in the firmament; some are fixed, others like the wandering planets, others again are only like meteors. Understanding is like the Sun, which gives light to all the thoughts. Memory is like the Moon, it hath… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
Not because they were servants were we so reserved, for many noble persons are forced to serve through necessity, but by reason the vulgar sort of servants are as ill bred as meanly born, giving children ill examples and worse… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
Nature, being a wise and provident lady, governs her parts very wisely, methodically, and orderly: Also, she is very industrious and hates to be… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
Not that I am ashamed of my mind or body, my birth or breeding, my actions or fortunes, for my bashfulness is in my… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
“...that much gold, and great store of riches makes them mad, insomuch as they endeavour to destroy each other...” — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
“But the Duchess's Soul being troubled, that her dear Lord and Husband used such a violent exercise before meat, for fear of overheating himself,… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
I would rather die in the adventure of noble achievements than live in obscure and sluggish security. — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
Thoughts are like stars in the firmament; some are fixed, others like the wandering planets, others again are only like meteors. Understanding is like… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
Indeed I had not much wit, yet I was not an idiot - my wit was according to my years. — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
Not because they were servants were we so reserved, for many noble persons are forced to serve through necessity, but by reason the vulgar… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
First, they were bred when I was not capable to observe or before I was born; likewise the breeding of men is of a… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
Indeed I did not stand as a beggar at the Parliament door, for I never was at the Parliament-House, nor stood I ever at… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
