O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, “Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEA woman’s health is her capital.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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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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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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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
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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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Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
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If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.
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When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you couldn’t hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that ‘s just the place and time that the tide’ll turn.
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The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.
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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
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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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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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