Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Elsie Venner — Chapter XVI (1891)

One of those that just go right on, do their own work and everybody else's, killing themselves inch by inch without ever thinking about it,--singing and dancing at their toil when they begin, worn and saddened after a while, but pressing steadily on, tottering by and by, and catching at the rail by the way-side to help them lift one foot before the other, and at last falling, face down, arms stretched forward.
Philip, my boy, do you know I am the sort of man that locks his door sometimes and cries his heart out of his eyes,--that can sob like a woman and not be ashamed of it?
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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Elsie Venner — Chapter XVI (1891)

To think that a woman is never to be a woman again, whatever she may come to as an unsexed angel,--and that she should die unloved! Why does not somebody come and carry off this noble woman, waiting here all ready to make a man happy? Philip, do you know the pathos there is in the eyes of unsought women, oppressed with the burden of an inner life unshared?
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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Elsie Venner — Chapter XVI (1891)

Crime and sin, being the preserves of two great organized interests, have been guarded against all reforming poachers with as great jealousy as the Royal Forests. It is so easy to hang a troublesome fellow! It is so much simpler to consign a soul to perdition, or say masses, for money, to save it, than to take the blame on ourselves for letting it grow up in neglect and run to ruin for want of humanizing influences!
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