When we consider that women are treated as property it is degrading to women that we should treat our children as property to be disposed of as we see fit.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal.

A government is just only when the whole people share equally in its protection and advantages.

The best protection any woman can have... is courage.

The bible teaches that women brought sin and death into the world. I don't believe that any man ever talked with god. The bible was written by man out of his love of domination.

The heyday of woman's life is the shady side of fifty.

The whole tone of Church teaching in regard to women is, to the last degree, contemptuous and degrading.

Because man and woman are the complement of one another, we need woman's thought in national affairs to make a safe and stable government.

I would have girls regard themselves not as adjectives but as nouns.

So long as women are slaves, men will be knaves.

Progress is the victory of a new thought over old superstitions.

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.

Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.

The happy man is he who turns his soul Unto the light of joys that he can find; And pays each day its just demand of toll, But shuts the future troubles from his mind.

I don't think anyone has ever announced running for president that they want to change the Bill of Rights.

One of my dogs is in the movie Beethoven's 2nd.

As hard as it is and as tired as I am, I force myself to get dinner at least once a week with my girlfriends, or have a sleepover. Otherwise my life is just work.

Doesn't becoming imply time?

Hey baby. You're sexy like a chocolate strawberry.

Steve Mosby has become one of a handful of writers who make me excited about crime fiction.

I witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory, which is the masterly use it makes of innate harmonies when gathering to its fold the suspended and wandering tonalities of the past.