O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
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Your little child is the only true democrat.
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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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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people’s glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that brings life within the circle of the heroic.
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We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.
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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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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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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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There are griefs which grow with years.
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True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
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