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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEthere is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.
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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people’s glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
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Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
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The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.
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Your little child is the only true democrat.
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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.
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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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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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What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that brings life within the circle of the heroic.
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