Songs are rhythms 
On which the heart dances!
Beware of stress 
That snatches,
Your peace is important to us,
Say No to anger.

The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.

To attempt the destruction of our passions is the height of folly. What a noble aim is that of the zealot who tortures himself like a madman in order to desire nothing, love nothing, feel nothing, and who, if he succeeded, would end up a complete monster!

The main cause is a pernicious falsehood propagated against her being, namely that she is inferior by her nature. Inferior in what? What has man ever done that woman, under the same advantages could not do?

Slavery and freedom cannot exist together.

Ernestine Rose

Quotes by Ernestine Rose

Written By Ernestine Rose

Written By Ernestine Rose

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