“Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.”

My vocation to preach on paper.

By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond?

It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.

Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.

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.

A woman’s health is her capital.

Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.

I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.

I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.

Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.

The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.

He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.

Money is a great help everywhere; – can’t have too much, if you get it honestly.

All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.

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.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

Flowers are the best way to express one’s love and affection to a woman.

My husband and I were so closely united by our affection and our common work that we passed nearly all of our time together.

My husband and I were so closely united by our affection and our common work that we passed nearly all of our time together.

Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.

A scientific man ought to have no wishes, no affections, – a mere heart of stone.

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.