Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost, Who sums the treasure that it carries hence? Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost, Star-eyed intelligence? — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
What more degrades woman today than that she so often seeks marriage as a support? Why is the holy sacrament of love, the sanctity of the family state, so often prostituted and destroyed, but because marriage is entered upon as a necessity or a convenience? And what can so place marriage on its only true basis of mutual love, mutual… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share
The woman born to physical subjection and degradation can never seek or use knowledge as her birthright. Never till she holds her sex in… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
Always man needs woman for his friend. He needs her clearer vision, her subtler insight, her softer thought, her winged soul, her pure and… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
I lay my tasks down one by one; I sit in the silence of twilight grace. Out of the shadows, deep and dun, Steals,… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
The man born and bred a slave, even if freed, never loses wholly the feeling or manner of a slave. — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost, Who sums the treasure that it carries hence? Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost, Star-eyed… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
Today the manliest man would be ashamed to look into the eyes of the woman by his side and tell her that he is… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
What is love at first sight but a proof of the powerful but silent language of physiognomy? — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
To serve thy generation, this thy fate: "Written in water," swiftly fades thy name; But he who loves his kind does, first and late,… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
Most people carry an ideal man and woman in their head, and when the practical relations of the men and women of every day… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
