The motto should not be: Forgive one another; rather understand one another.

If love does not know how to give and take without restrictions, it is not love, but a transaction that never fails to lay stress on a plus and a minus.

Heaven must be an awfully dull place if the poor in spirit live there.

The most violent element in society is ignorance.

All claims of education notwithstanding, the pupil will accept only that which his mind craves.

Before we can forgive one another, we have to understand one another.

 image quote by Emma Goldman

The most violent element in society is ignorance.

Morality and its victim, the mother - what a terrible picture! Is there indeed anything more terrible, more criminal, than our glorified sacred function of motherhood?

Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name!

Crime is naught but misdirected energy.

If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your revolution.

Someone has said that it requires less mental effort to condemn than to think.

When we can't dream any longer we die.

No real social change has ever been brought about without a revolution.

.. revolution is but thought carried into action.

Free love? as if love is anything but free.

Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love.

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.

Prostitution, although hounded, imprisoned, and chained, is nevertheless the greatest triumph of Puritanism.

The individual whose vision encompasses the whole world often feels nowhere so hedged in and out of touch with his surroundings as in his native land.

The political arena leaves one no alternative, one must either be a dunce or a rogue.

Politics is the reflex of the business and industrial world.

When one has been threatened with a great injustice, one accepts a smaller as a favour.

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one

No one has yet realized the wealth of sympathy, the kindness and generosity hidden in the soul of a child. The effort of every true education should be to unlock that treasure.

Idealists foolish enough to throw caution to the winds have advanced mankind and have enriched the world.

If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal.

Anarchism is the great liberator of man from the phantoms that have held him captive; it is the arbiter and pacifier of the two forces for individual and social harmony.

To the moralist prostitution does not consist so much in the fact that the woman sells her body, but rather that she sells it out of wedlock.

The State is the altar of political freedom and, like the religious altar, it is maintained for the purpose of human sacrifice.

It is essential that we realize once and for all that man is much more of a sex creature than a moral creature. The former is inherent, the other is grafted on.

Every daring attempt to make a great change in existing conditions, every lofty vision of new possibilities for the human race, has been labeled Utopian.

Morality and its victim, the mother -- what a terrible picture! Is there indeed anything more terrible, more criminal, than our glorified sacred function of motherhood?

It is safe to say that no other superstition is so detrimental to growth, so enervating and paralyzing to the minds and hearts of the people, as the superstition of Morality.

Idealists are foolish enough to throw caution to the winds.

They have advanced mankind and have enriched the world.

The demand for equal rights in every vocation of life is just and fair;

but, after all, the most vital right is the right to love and be loved.

The ultimate end of all revolutionary social change is to establish the sanctity of human life, the dignity of man, the right of every human being to liberty and well-being.

When we cannot dream any longer we die.

It used to be twelve people crowded around a sewing table; now it's ten.

We English have sex on the brain. Not the best place for it, actually.

The philosophy of Atheism represents a concept of life without any metaphysical Beyond or Divine Regulator. It is the concept of an actual, real world with its liberating, expanding and beautifying possibilities, as against an unreal world, which, with its spirits, oracles, and mean contentment has kept humanity in helpless degradation.

If I can't dance to it, it's not my revolution.

Only when human sorrows are turned into a toy with glaring colors will baby people become interested - for a while at least. The people are a very fickle baby that must have new toys every day.

The most unpardonable sin in society is independence of thought.

An amateur is someone who supports himself with outside jobs which enable him to paint. A professional is someone whose wife works to enable him to paint.

On rare occasions one does hear of a miraculous case of a married couple falling in love after marriage, but on close examination it will be found that it is a mere adjustment to the inevitable.

God, for example, appealed to me as a beardless man wearing a quilted silk cap;

holiness was something burning, forbidding, something connected with fire while a day had the form of an oblong box.

Puritanism, in whatever expression, is a poisonous germ.

On the surface everything may look strong and vigorous; yet the poison works its way persistently, until the entire fabric is doomed.

Life is much shorter than I imagined it to be.

The higher mental development of woman, the less possible it is for her to meet a congenial male who will see in her, not only sex, but also the human being, the friend, the comrade and strong individuality, who cannot and ought not lose a single trait of her character.

Merely external emancipation has made of the modern woman an artificial being.

Now, woman is confronted with the necessity of emancipating herself from emancipation, if she really desires to be free.

Rather would I have the love songs of romantic ages, rather Don Juan and Madame Venus, rather an elopement by ladder and rope on a moonlight night, followed by the father's curse, mother's moans, and the moral comments of neighbors, than correctness and propriety measured by yardsticks.

The history of progress is written in the blood of men and women who have dared to espouse an unpopular cause, as, for instance, the black man's right to his body, or woman's right to her soul.