I've lost everything in this world, and it's clean gone, forever-- and now I can't lose heaven, too; no, I can't get to be wicked, besides all.
The heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
Human nature is above all things lazy.
And, perhaps, among us may be found generous spirits, who do not estimate honour and justice by dollars and cents.
لم يكن يفهم من كلمة لاجئ أكثر من أنها تتألف من أربعة حروف، أو أنها صورة بشعة كما تنشرها الصحف: رجل يحمل عصاه وجرابه ويتيه على وجهه، أمّا ما تحمله هذه الكلمة من بؤس حقيقي، أمّا العين البشرية الصارخة با...
In the midst of life we are in death,' said Miss Ophelia.
'Cause I's wicked - I is. I's mighty wicked anyhow I can't help it.
I long to put the experience of fifty years at once into your young lives to give you at once the key to that treasure chamber every gem of which has cost me tears and struggles and prayers but you...
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness in the dust of daily life has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
They will raise, and raise with them their mother's side.
A woman's health is her capital.
Well, said St. Clare, suppose that something shoul bring down the price of cotton once and forever, and make the whole slave property a drug in the market, don't you think we should soon have another...
The underlying foundation of life in New England was one of profound, unutterable, and therefore unuttered, melancholy, which regarded human existence itself as a ghastly risk, and, in the case of the...
Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.
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!
But then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word, - or at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle with 'Ran away from the...
Governments derive their just power from the consent of the governed
She was one of those busy creatures, that can be no more contained in one place than a sunbeam or a summer breeze
We never know how we love til we try to unlove!
Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!