All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism; but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWETalk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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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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A woman’s health is her capital.
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It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed – who cannot speak for themselves.
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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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Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
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I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.
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General rules will bear hard on particular cases.
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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.
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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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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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It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
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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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