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“The being who patiently endures injustice, and silently bears insults, will soon become unjust, or unable to discern right from wrong.”

Quote by Mary Wollstonecraft

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Mary Wollstonecraft
Mary Wollstonecraft

Mary Wollstonecraft, born on April 27, 1759, and died on September 10, 1797, was an influential English writer, philosopher, and feminist. She is best known for her work 'A Vindication of the Rights of Woman', which challenged the gender roles and social structures of her time. more

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