Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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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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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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One part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people’s alone.
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A woman’s health is her capital.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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There are in this world two kinds of natures, – those that have wings, and those that have feet, – the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.
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He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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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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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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Dogs can bear more cold than human beings, but they do not like cold any better than we do; and when a dog has his choice, he will very gladly stretch himself on a rug before the fire for his afternoon nap.
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If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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