If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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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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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
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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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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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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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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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Treat ’em like dogs, and you’ll have dogs’ works and dogs’ actions. Treat ’em like men, and you’ll have men’s works.
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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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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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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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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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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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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 griefs which grow with years.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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