The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEI 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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The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
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There is more done with pens than with swords.
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He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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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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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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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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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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It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.
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Let us resolve: First, to attain the grace of silence; second, to deem all fault finding that does no good a sin; third, to practice the grade and virtue of praise.
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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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There are griefs which grow with years.
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