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You gave me the key of your heart, my love;Then why did you make me knock?Oh that was yesterday, saints above!And last night-I changed the lock!
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No writer for the press, however humble, is free from the burden of keeping his purpose high and his integrity white.
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How shall I a habit break? As you did that habit make. As you gathered, you must lose; As you yielded, now refuse. Thread by thread the strands we twist Till they bind us, neck and wrist. Thread by thread the patient hand Must untwine, ere free we stand. As we builded, stone by stoene, We must toil, unhelped, alone, Till the wall is overthrown.
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Though it lash the shallows that line the beach, Afar from the great sea-deeps,There is never a storm whose might can reach Where the vast leviathan sleeps.Like a mighty thought in a mighty mind In the clear cold depths he swims;Whilst above him the pettiest form of his kind With a dash o'er the surface skims.
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They who see the Flying Dutchman never, never reach the shore.
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The success of the suffrage movement would injure women spiritually and intellectually, for they would be assuming a burden though they knew themselves unable to bear it. It is the sediment, not the wave, of a sex. It is the antithesis of that highest and sweetest mystery - conviction by submission, and conquest by sacrifice.
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The right word fitly spoken is a precious rarity.
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Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.