The whole argument with the anti-suffragists, or even the critical suffragist man, is this: that you can govern human beings without their consent.

I was fourteen years old when I went to my first suffrage meeting. Returning from school one day, I met my mother just setting out for the meeting, and I begged her to let me go along.

Holloway Prison is a very old place, and it has the disadvantages of old places which have never known enough air and sunshine. It reeks with the odours of generations of bad ventilation, and it contrives to be at once the stuffiest and the draughtiest building I have ever been in.

Not by the forces of civil war can you govern the very weakest woman. You can kill that woman, but she escapes you then; you cannot govern her. No power on earth can govern a human being, however feeble, who withholds his or her consent.

Part of my driving desire as a pastor is to remove every obstacle except the cross that would keep people from coming to faith in Christ.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

My faith, and especially my faith as a Catholic, does inform me and does guide me.

Sometimes decisions get made and it ends up being God doing for you what you couldn't do for yourself.