To serve thy generation, this thy fate: "Written in water," swiftly fades thy name; But he who loves his kind does, first and late, A work too late f…

- Mary C. Ames

Always man needs woman for his friend. He needs her clearer vision, her subtler insight, her softer thought, her winged soul, her pure and tender hea…

- Mary C. Ames

The deepest insult which can be shown to a human being is to associate it solely with material functions, with no cognizance and no consideration of …

- Mary C. Ames

What more degrades woman today than that she so often seeks marriage as a support? Why is the holy sacrament of love, the sanctity of the family stat…

- Mary C. Ames

What is love at first sight but a proof of the powerful but silent language of physiognomy?

- Mary C. Ames

The woman born to physical subjection and degradation can never seek or use knowledge as her birthright. Never till she holds her sex in honor, as ma…

- Mary C. Ames

Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost, Who sums the treasure that it carries hence? Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost, Star-eyed inte…

- Mary C. Ames

A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.

- Mary C. Ames

The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul.

- Mary C. Ames