It is the crushed grape that gives out the blood-red wine: it is the suffering soul that breathes the sweetest melodies.

- Mary Abigail Dodge

Men as yet need some help to their imagination. There remains still room for a little illusion. It is better for men, it is better for women, that ea…

- Mary Abigail Dodge

The war between authors and publishers has been a conflict of ages. On the one side, the publisher has been looked upon as a species of Wantley drago…

- Mary Abigail Dodge

Christ made no distinction, but opened the door wide to woman as to man.

- Mary Abigail Dodge

Genius is expansive, irresistible, and irresistibly expansive. If it is in you, no cords can confine it.

- Mary Abigail Dodge

There is generally no such thing as duty to the people who do it. They simply take life as it comes, meeting, not, shirking its demands, whether plea…

- Mary Abigail Dodge

People cry out, and deplore the unremunerative employment of woman. The true want is the other way. Women really trained, and capable of good work, c…

- Mary Abigail Dodge

Whatever an author puts between the two covers of his book is public property; whatever of himself he does not put there is his private property, as …

- Mary Abigail Dodge

Love me, and tell me so sometimes.

- Mary Abigail Dodge