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 STOWEYour little child is the only true democrat.
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Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
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To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
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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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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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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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The person who decides what shall be the food and drink of a family, and the modes of its preparation, is the one who decides, to a greater or less extent, what shall be the health of that family.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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A woman’s health is her capital.
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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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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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There is more done with pens than with swords.
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It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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