No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEWhen you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you couldn’t hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that ‘s just the place and time that the tide’ll turn.
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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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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
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The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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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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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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In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.
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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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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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He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
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It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed – who cannot speak for themselves.
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