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“I guess people will soon see that we can behave ourselves properly as well as anybody,”
“It isn’t hard when we put our minds to it.”
there was no real happiness in getting or having — only in giving.
“but we must not set our affections too much on earthly things,
‘despair is a free man, hope is a slave,’
Was life like this — something delightful happening and then, just as you were reveling in it, slipping away from you?
“Yes
“We must keep a little laughter, girls,”
“A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes — only sometimes,”
“Patience is a tired mare but she jogs on,” said Susan. “While the steeds of Armageddon thunder, trampling over our hearts,” retorted Miss Oliver. “Susan, tell me — don’t you ever — didn’t you ever — take spells of feeling that you must scream — or swear — or smash something — just because your torture reaches a point when it becomes unbearable?”
“I wonder,” said Gertrude dreamily, “if some great blessing, great enough for the price, will be the meed of all our pain? Is the agony in which the world is shuddering the birth-pang of some wondrous new era? Or is it merely a futile struggle of ants In the gleam of a million million of suns?
Mr. Meredith, of a calamity which destroys an ant-hill and half its inhabitants. Does the Power
that runs the universe think us of more importance than we think ants?”
“You fo...
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“that an infinite Power must be infinitely little as well as infinitely great. We are neither, therefore there are things too little as well as too great for us to apprehend. To the infinitely little an ant is of as much importance as a mastodon. We are witnessing the birth-pangs of a new era — but it will be born a feeble, wailing life like everything else. I am not one of those who expect a new heaven and a new earth as the immediate result of t...
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it is incredible that the spring can come as usual. The spring does not fail because of the million agonies of others — but for mine — oh, can the universe go on?’