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 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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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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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 pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
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If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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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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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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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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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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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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