It isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEEyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
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Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
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The 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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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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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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Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
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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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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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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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The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
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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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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 obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
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