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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
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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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The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.
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It is generally understood that men don’t aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world.
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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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O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, “Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!
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Dogs can bear more cold than human beings, but they do not like cold any better than we do; and when a dog has his choice, he will very gladly stretch himself on a rug before the fire for his afternoon nap.
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Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
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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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There is more done with pens than with swords.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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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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The literature of a people must so ring from the sense of its nationality; and nationality is impossible without self-respect, and self-respect is impossible without liberty.
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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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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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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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