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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWELet us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
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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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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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Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
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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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He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
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O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
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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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