Mediocrity cherishes rules; as for me, I hate them; I feel for them and for every restriction, corporation, caste, hierarchy, level, herd, a loathing which fills my soul, and it is in this respect perhaps that I understand martyrdom.
(Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880), French novelist. Trans. by William G. Allen. Pensées de Gustave Flaubert, p. 51, Conard (1915).)
Children are just different from one another, especially in temperament. Some are shy, others bold; some active, others quiet; some confident, others less so. Respect for individual differences is in my view the cornerstone of good parent-child relationships.
(Sandra Scarr (20th century), developmental psychologist. Mother Care/Other Care, part 2, ch. 5 (1984).)
I feel no more like a man now than I did in long skirts, unless it be that enjoying more freedom and cutting off the fetters is to be like a man. I suppose in that respect we are more mannish, for we know that in dress, as in all things else, we have been and are slaves, while man in dress and all things else is free.
(Amelia Bloomer (1818-1894), U.S. suffragist and dress reformer. As quoted in The Life and Work of Susan B. Anthony, vol. 1, ch. 7, by Ida Husted Harper (1898).
From an 1854 letter. She was referring to the short skirt and Turkish-style trousersdubbed "bloomers" in her honorwhose wearing she pioneered. The accepted women's dress of the period was complicated and inhibiting, restricting women's activity. Very few women were bold enough to adopt bloomers, and almost none who did so wore them as long as Bloomer did: eight years. Finally, the women's rights activists of the time abandoned dress reform as too radical a goal.)
My children have taught me things. Things I thought I knew. The most profound wisdom they have given me is a respect for human vulnerability. I have known that people are resilient, but I didn't appreciate how fragile they are. Until children learn to hide their feelings, you read them in their faces, gestures, and postures. The sheer visibility of shyness, pain, and rejection let me recognize and remember them.
(Shirley Nelson Garner (20th century). Mother Journeys, ed. Maureen T. Reddy, Martha Roth, Amy Sheldon, section 1 (1994).)
Oh, has the foul atmosphere of foreign lands extinguished all your self-respect? Do you come back sordid and sycophantic, and the slave of opinions you would once have utterly detested?
(Augusta Evans (1835-1909), U.S. writer. Beulah, ch. 18 (1859).)
If to be venerated for benevolence, if to be admired for talents, if to be esteemed for patriotism, if to be beloved for philanthropy, can gratify the human mind, you must have the pleasing consolation to know that you have not lived in vain. And I flatter myself that it will not be ranked among the least grateful occurrences of your life to be assured that, so long as I retain my memory, you will be thought on with respect, veneration, and affection by your sincere friend.
(George Washington (1732-1799), U.S. general, president. letter, Sept. 23, 1789, to Benjamin Franklin.)