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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThere are in this world two kinds of natures, – those that have wings, and those that have feet, – the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.
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If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
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It isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
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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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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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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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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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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.
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The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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Witness, eternal God! Oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!
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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
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