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If I let a gust of wind or a sprinkling of rain turn me aside from the easy tasks, what preparation would such sloth be for the future I propose mysel...more

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To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only. It is the sole standard by which you have a right to judge me--the sole ground...more

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I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.

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There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

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Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.""I am no bird; and no net ensnares me...more

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I know that a stranger's hand will write to me next, to say that the good and faithful servant has been called at length into the joy of his Lord. And...more

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One morning at the end of the two years, as I was writing a letter to his dictation, he came and bent over me, and said--"Jane, have you a glittering ...more

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To pass its threshold was to return to stagnation; to cross the silent hall, to ascend the darksome staircase, to seek my own lonely little room, and ...more

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Human life and human labour were near. I must struggle on: strive to live and bend to toil like the rest.

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I must not forget that these coarsely-clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of the gentlest genealogy; and that the germs ...more

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But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!