No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWESo subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
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O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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It is generally understood that men don’t aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
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The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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