There are griefs which grow with years.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEIntemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
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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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If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.
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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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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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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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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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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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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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Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
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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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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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