To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization.
Harriet Beecher StoweRead
Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
Interpretation
Harriet Beecher Stowe emphasizes that slavery itself is a fundamental abuse, rendering discussions of its abuses irrelevant.
In this quote, Harriet Beecher Stowe argues that the institution of slavery is inherently abusive, negating the need to discuss its specific abuses. By labeling slavery as 'the essence of all abuse,' she underscores the moral outrage against the practice, suggesting that any secondary discussions about its horrors fall short of addressing the core immorality of enslaving individuals.
In practice
During a lecture on human rights, one might quote Stowe to highlight the fundamental immorality of slavery.
To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization.
What's your hurry?" Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia.
So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
It is generally understood that men don't aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world.
Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!
Once, in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false imagining, an unreal character, but, looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature, β loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
The three wishes of every man: to be healthy, to be rich by honest means, and to be beautiful.
The existence of the soldier, next to capital punishment, is the most grievous vestige of barbarism which survives among men.
Human reason is like a drunken man on horseback; set it up on one side, and it tumbles over on the other
Asking people for money is giving them the opportunity to put their resources at the disposal of the Kingdom.
This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?
Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lostβa heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
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