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.

Woman, essentially a purist, is naturally bigoted and relentless in her effort to make others as good as she thinks they ought to be.

There is no hope even that woman, with her right to vote, will ever purify politics.

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.

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

Through her paintings, she breaks all the taboos of the woman's body and of female sexuality.