In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided among the sexes.

They are much to be pitied who have not been given a taste for nature early in life.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex . . . is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

The care of children. . . is infinitely better left to the best-trained practitioners of both sexes who have chosen it as a vocation, rather than to harried and all too frequently unhappy persons with little time or taste for the work of educating minds.

We're all citizens of the womb, before we subdivide into sexes and shades- this side, that side.

Il n'y a pas de rapport sexuel.