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… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
We could almost believe that we are destined by Providence to an unsettled position on the globe, so invariably is a love… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Our feelings probably are not less strong at fifty than they were ten or fifteen years before; but they have changed their… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Even the eternal skies weep, I thought; is there any shame then, that mortal man should spend himself in tears? — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous, and magnificent, yet so vicious… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator,… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
I saw -- with shut eyes, but acute mental vision -- I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Women are told from their infancy, and taught by the example of their mothers, that a little knowledge of human weakness, justly… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand. I am practically industrious - painstaking, a workman to… — 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
