Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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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 heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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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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All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism; but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order.
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What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that brings life within the circle of the heroic.
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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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I make no manner of doubt that you threw a very diamond of truth at me, though you see it hit me so directly in the face that it wasn’t exactly appreciated, at first.
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There are griefs which grow with years.
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Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
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