A woman’s health is her capital.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEFanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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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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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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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
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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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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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It is generally understood that men don’t aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world.
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Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
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The person who decides what shall be the food and drink of a family, and the modes of its preparation, is the one who decides, to a greater or less extent, what shall be the health of that family.
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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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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.
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Money is a great help everywhere; – can’t have too much, if you get it honestly.
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The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.
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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
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