When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you couldn’t hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that ‘s just the place and time that the tide’ll turn.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWELet us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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There is more done with pens than with swords.
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Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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Witness, eternal God! Oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!
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There are in this world two kinds of natures, – those that have wings, and those that have feet, – the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.
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It isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
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One part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people’s alone.
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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
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Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
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