It was a feeling which he had seen before in his mother; but no chord within vibrated to it.
In the midst of life we are in death,‘” said Miss Ophelia.
One should have expected some terrible enormities charged to those who are excluded from heaven, as the reason; but no, – they are condemned for not doing positive good, as if that included every possible harm.
We ought to be free to meet and mingle, – to rise by our individual worth, without any consideration of caste or color; and they who deny us this right are false to their own professed principals of human equality.
Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
Money is a great help everywhere; – can’t have too much, if you get it honestly.
It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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.
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
Witness, eternal God! Oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!
Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.