Man has subdued the world, but woman has subdued man. Mind and muscle have won his victories; love and loveliness have gained hers. No monarch has been so great, no peasant so lowly, that he has not been glad to… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
Man pays deference to woman instinctively, involuntarily, not because she is beautiful or truthful or wise or foolish or proper, but because she is a woman, and he cannot help it. If she descends, he will lower to her level;… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
One ought not to write for money, but I consider it a first duty after one has written to exact the highest possible price.… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
Man has subdued the world, but woman has subdued man. Mind and muscle have won his victories; love and loveliness have gained hers. No… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
Men as yet need some help to their imagination. There remains still room for a little illusion. It is better for men, it is… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
Man pays deference to woman instinctively, involuntarily, not because she is beautiful or truthful or wise or foolish or proper, but because she is… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
People cry out, and deplore the unremunerative employment of woman. The true want is the other way. Women really trained, and capable of good… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
The war between authors and publishers has been a conflict of ages. On the one side, the publisher has been looked upon as a… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
Christ made no distinction, but opened the door wide to woman as to man. — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
It is the crushed grape that gives out the blood-red wine: it is the suffering soul that breathes the sweetest melodies. — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
Whatever an author puts between the two covers of his book is public property; whatever of himself he does not put there is his… — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
Genius is expansive, irresistible, and irresistibly expansive. If it is in you, no cords can confine it. — Mary Abigail Dodge Copy Share Image
