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A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women do suffer therefrom, in all its infinite varieties: loss by death, by faithlessness or unworthiness, and by mistaken or unrequited affection.

— Dinah Craik A Woman's Thoughts About Women (1858)

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Meek — as the meek that shall inherit earth,
Pure — as the pure in heart that shall see God.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth.

A Woman's Thoughts About Women (1858)

Do you recognize what you were born to be? Not only a nobleman, but a gentleman; not only a gentleman, but a man — man, made in the image of God.

John Halifax, Gentleman (1856)

There never was night that had no morn.

Thirty Years, Being Poems New and Old (1880)

Happiness is not an end — it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence.

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