These are the times in which a genius would wish to live. It is not in the still calm of life, or the repose of a pacific station, that great characters are formed.
ABIGAIL ADAMSThe habits of a vigorous mind are formed in contending with difficulties. Great necessities call out great virtues.
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Arbitrary power is like most other things which are very hard, very liable to be broken.
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The habits of a vigorous mind are born in contending with difficulties.
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Great necessities call out great virtues.
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You cannot know, should I discribe to you; the feelings of a parent . Four years have already past away since you left your native land, and this rural Cottage
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Wake into life and form the character of the hero and the statesman.
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What is meat for one is not for another–no accounting for fancy.
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May justice and righteousness be the stability of our times, and order arise out of confusion. Great difficulties may be surmounted by patience and perseverance.
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Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the Husbands.
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Deliver me from your cold phlegmatic preachers, politicians, friends, lovers and husbands.
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We have too many high-sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.
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Men of sense in all ages abhor those customs which treat us only as the vassals of your sex.
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No one is without their difficulties, whether in High, or low Life, & every person knows best where their own shoe pinches.
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Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of husbands. Remember all men would be tyrants if they could.
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I hope some future day will bring me the happiness of seeing my family again collected under our own roof, happy in ourselves and blessed in each other.
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I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, ‘Give, give.’
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