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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEYour little child is the only true democrat.
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there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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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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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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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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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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There are griefs which grow with years.
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Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
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There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.
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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 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 longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
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