If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWENo 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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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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There are griefs which grow with years.
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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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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism; but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order.
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Dogs can bear more cold than human beings, but they do not like cold any better than we do; and when a dog has his choice, he will very gladly stretch himself on a rug before the fire for his afternoon nap.
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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 past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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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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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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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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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 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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The literature of a people must so ring from the sense of its nationality; and nationality is impossible without self-respect, and self-respect is impossible without liberty.
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True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
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