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I write in a hurry, because the little one, who has been sleeping a long time, begins to call for me. Poor thing! when I am sad, I lament that all my affections grow on me, till they become too strong for my peace, though they all afford me snatches of exquisite enjoyment.

— Mary Wollstonecraft

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Till women are more rationally educated, the progress in human virtue and improvement in knowledge must receive continual checks.

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It is justice, not charity, that is wanting in the world.

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Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable, and life is more than a dream.

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I am persuaded that even the most spontaneous sensations are more under the direction of principle than weak people are willing to allow.

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Executions, far from being useful examples to the survivors, have, I am persuaded, a quite contrary effect, by hardening the heart they ought to terrify.

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