If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe 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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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
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Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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It isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
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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!
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It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
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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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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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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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My vocation to preach on paper.
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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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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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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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