A woman’s health is her capital.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWETrue 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.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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I make no manner of doubt that you threw a very diamond of truth at me, though you see it hit me so directly in the face that it wasn’t exactly appreciated, at first.
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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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There are griefs which grow with years.
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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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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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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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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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Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
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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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The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
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There are in this world two kinds of natures, – those that have wings, and those that have feet, – the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.
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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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There is more done with pens than with swords.
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