Your little child is the only true democrat.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEHome is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
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The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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Dogs can bear more cold than human beings, but they do not like cold any better than we do; and when a dog has his choice, he will very gladly stretch himself on a rug before the fire for his afternoon nap.
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Praise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary.
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A woman’s health is her capital.
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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond?
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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people’s glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
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It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.
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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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So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
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