People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEI 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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Witness, eternal God! Oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!
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It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed – who cannot speak for themselves.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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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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The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
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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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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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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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Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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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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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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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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In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.
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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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