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“Whilst writing all this, I have had in my mind a woman, whose strong and serious mind would not have failed to support me in these contentions. I lost her thirty years ago [I was a child then]--nevertheless, ever living in my memory, she follows me from age to age. She suffered with me in my poverty, and was not allowed to share my better fortune. When young, I made her sad, and now I cannot console her. I know not even where her bones are: I was too poor then to buy earth to bury her! And yet I owe her much. I feel deeply that I am the son of woman. Every instant, in my ideas and words [not to mention my features and gestures], I find again my mother in myself. It is my mother's blood which gives me the sympathy I feel for bygone ages, and the tender remembrance of all those who are now no more. What return then could I, who am myself advancing towards old age, make her for the many things I owe her? One, for which she would have thanked me--this protest in favour of women and mothers.”

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Character

This book delves into the intricacies of human character, examining how individuals develop and express their unique traits and personalities. more

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Samuel Smiles
Samuel Smiles

Samuel Smiles was a British author renowned for his influential works on self-improvement and personal success. Born on December 23, 1812, in Scotland, he passed away on April 16, 1904. His writings emphasized the importance of hard work, self-discipline, and perseverance, inspiring countless individuals throughout history. more

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