The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEI feel now that the time is come when even a woman or a child who can speak a word for freedom and humanity is bound to speak. I hope every woman who can write will not be silent.
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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 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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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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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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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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It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
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O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
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There are griefs which grow with years.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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Treat ’em like dogs, and you’ll have dogs’ works and dogs’ actions. Treat ’em like men, and you’ll have men’s works.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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