Date: 1795
"[T]hen here's my hand! for thou art the best soul living; with a heart of gold, and heels of feather, in the service of humanity"
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Date: 1796
"Oh! it was not a diamond which engraved that image on my heart"
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Date: 1796
"My little boy slumbered sweetly: but my anguish steeled my heart against every sentiment of feeling, and compelled me to wake him"
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Date: 1796
"He guarded my mind from imbibing any religious principles at all, under the notion of preserving it to maturity, like a rasa tabula, free from all prejudices"
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Date: 1797
"You are juvenile, and like unto a white sheet of paper, on which vice or righteousness may be impressed."
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Date: 1799
Virtue may fix "her dearest throne within [one's] heart"
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Date: 1800
"Cut your way through! On, on, my hearts of gold!"
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Date: 1800
"I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still wi...
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Date: 1772
"No inference can give a juster idea of Des Cartes's doctrine of automata, than Mr. Regis's comparison of some hydraulic machines, to be seen in certain grottos and fountains, that serve as ornaments to the splendid mansions of the great; where water exerts itself by the disposition of the pipes,...
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Date: November 18, 1871
"Does he see, in his mind's eye, (if at this moment Tubby has an eye open in his mind), a rustic porch, early morning, a Janie coming home with a fresh-killed duckling for breakfast, while he puts his nose over the top of the snow-white window-blind, upstairs, and says, 'I'll be down dir...
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