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!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEI never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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There are in this world two kinds of natures, – those that have wings, and those that have feet, – the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.
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I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
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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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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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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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It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.
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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 Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.
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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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General rules will bear hard on particular cases.
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A woman’s health is her capital.
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It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.
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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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