To me, the tenderest word in our language, the most pathetic fact within our knowledge, is maternity. Around this sacred word cluster the joys and sorrows, the agonies and ecstasies, of the human race. The mother walks in the shadow of death that she may give another life. Upon the altar of love she puts her own life in pawn. When the world is civilized, no wife will become a mother against her will. Man will then know that to enslave another is to imprison himself.

To me, the most obscene word in the language is celibacy.

Victory makes forgiveness easy.

Thought and speech must be free. The man or men who would put a chain upon the brain or a padlock on the tongue are heirs of the Inquisition, the enemies of so…

It was said that I refused to grant any value to the maternal instinct and to love. This was not so. I simply asked that women should experience them truthfull…

Love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. A Brave and Startling Truth.

Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty! Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty: Love given willingly, full and free, Love for love's sake - as mine to thee. …