Remember that I have power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you. You are my c… - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

You are my creator, but I am your master; Obey!

But now misery has come home, and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each other's blood.

It would be an endless task to trace the variety of meannesses, cares, and sorrows, into which women are plunged by the prevailing opinion that they were created rather to feel than reason, and that all the power they obtain, must be obtained by their charms and weakness.

The sight of the awful and majestic in nature had indeed always the effect of solemnising my mind and causing me to forget the passing cares of life.