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Her mouth is a honey-blossom,
No doubt, as the poet sings;
But within her lips, the petals,
Lurks a cruel bee that stings.

— William Dean Howells

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We live, but a world has passed away
With the years that perished to make us men.

The Mulberries (1871)

What the American public wants is a tragedy with a happy ending.

French Ways and Their Meaning (1919)

The life of Christ, it wasn't only in healing the sick and going about to do good; it was suffering for the sins of others.

If we love mankind, pity them, we even wish to suffer for them.

The wrecks of slavery are fast growing a fungus crop of sentiment.

Their Wedding Journey (1872)

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