Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEScenes 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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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?
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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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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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
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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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Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
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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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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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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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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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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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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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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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