One does not like to be told that one is naturally the inferior of a little man

And I tried to remember any case in the course of my reading where two women are represented as friends. (...) almost without exception they are shown in their relation to men. (...) [women in fiction were] not only seen by the other sex$$$ but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of a woman's life is that

It is remarkable$$$ remembering the bitterness of those days$$$ what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about. No force in the world can take from me my five hundred pounds. Food$$$ house$$$ and clothing are mine forever. Therefore not merely do effort and labour cease$$$ but also hatred and bitterness. I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me.

Chastity ... has$$$ even now$$$ a religious importance in a woman's life$$$ and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts that to cut it free and bring it to the light of day demands courage of the rarest.

Women have sat indoors all these millions of years$$$ so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force$$$ which has$$$ indeed$$$ so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.

Women and fiction remain$$$ so far as I am concerned$$$ unsolved problems.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

You cannot$$$ it seems$$$ let children run about the streets. People who have seen them running wild in Russia say that the sight is not a pleasant one.