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

there are some feelings so agitated and tumultuous, that they can find rest only by being poured into the bosom of Almighty love, —

O, that's what troubles me, papa. You want me to live so happy, and never to have any pain, — never suffer anything, — not even hear a sad story, when other poor creatures have nothing but pain and sorrow, all their lives, — it seems selfish. I ought to know such things, I ought to feel about them!

there have been times when I have thought, if the whole country would sink, and hide all this injustice and misery from the light, I would willingly sink with it.