No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWENo ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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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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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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Witness, eternal God! Oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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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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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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We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.
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Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
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The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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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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Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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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.
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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
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