Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

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.

A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.

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

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

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

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.