The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEBy 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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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
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General rules will bear hard on particular cases.
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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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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
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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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Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
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There is more done with pens than with swords.
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I feel now that the time is come when even a woman or a child who can speak a word for freedom and humanity is bound to speak. I hope every woman who can write will not be silent.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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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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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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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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