There are griefs which grow with years.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEAny mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.
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Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
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Treat ’em like dogs, and you’ll have dogs’ works and dogs’ actions. Treat ’em like men, and you’ll have men’s works.
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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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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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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.
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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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To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
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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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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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O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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