“There are griefs which grow with years.”

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.

To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.

there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.

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!

Grief is a species of idleness.

It is about learning to move with your grief, and dance.

The grief we carry is part of the grief of the world. Hold it gently. Let it be honored. You do not have to keep it in anymore. You can let go into the heart of compassion; you can weep.

Beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.