Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEDogs 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.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
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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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The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
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Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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The person who decides what shall be the food and drink of a family, and the modes of its preparation, is the one who decides, to a greater or less extent, what shall be the health of that family.
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Money is a great help everywhere; – can’t have too much, if you get it honestly.
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There is more done with pens than with swords.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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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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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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He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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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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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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