Now, if the principle of toleration were once admitted into classical education — if it were admitted that the great object is to read and enjoy a la… - Harriet Beecher Stowe

Well, good-by, Uncle Tom; keep a stiff upper lip.

"لم يكن يفهم من كلمة "لاجئ" أكثر من أنها تتألف من أربعة حروف، أو أنها صورة بشعة كما تنشرها الصحف: رجل يحمل عصاه وجرابه ويتيه على وجهه، أمّا ما تحمله هذه الكلمة من بؤس حقيقي، أمّا العين البشرية الصارخة بالابتهال، أمّا اليد البشرية الواهنة المرتجفة،أمّا نداء الاحتضار اليائس الذي ينفذ إلى شغاف القلب فشيء لم يعرفه السيد من قبل."

Life passes, with us all, a day at a time; so it passed with our friend Tom, till two years were gone. Though parted from all his soul held dear, and though often yearning for what lay beyond, still was he never positively and consciously miserable; for, so well is the harp of human feeling strung, that nothing but a crash that breaks every string can wholly mar its harmony; and, on looking back to seasons which in review appear to us as those of deprivation and trial, we can remember that each hour, as it glided, brought its diversions and alleviations, so that, though not happy wholly, we were not, either, wholly miserable.