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 STOWEHome 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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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.
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Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
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In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.
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Praise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary.
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Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
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Your little child is the only true democrat.
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People will accept your ideas much more readily if you tell them that Benjamin Franklin said it first. Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good to do no harm.
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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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I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
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There is more done with pens than with swords.
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No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
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