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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThere 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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEIf I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEWitness, 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!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEIt 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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEIt is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThere are griefs which grow with years.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEIt isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEEyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWESweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEHome is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEMy vocation to preach on paper.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEBy 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?
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEAll men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE