Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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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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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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I feel now that the time is come when even a woman or a child who can speak a word for freedom and humanity is bound to speak. I hope every woman who can write will not be silent.
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The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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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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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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O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
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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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I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
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There are griefs which grow with years.
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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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Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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