Woman has relied heretofore too entirely for her support on the needle – that one-eyed demon of destruction that slays thousands annually; that evil genius of our sex, which, in spite of all our devotion, will never make us healthy, wealthy, or wise. – Elizabeth Cady Stanton
[I]f any one had asked what gifts she desired most, she would have answered with a look more pathetic than any shivering child had given her: “I want the sound of a loving voice; the touch of a friendly hand.” – Louisa May Alcott, “Seamstress,” Work: A Story of Experience, 1873
