there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEIntemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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General rules will bear hard on particular cases.
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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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It isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
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He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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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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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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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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My vocation to preach on paper.
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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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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
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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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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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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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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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