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“Self respect is impossible without liberty.”
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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.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe 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 StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, “Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe People will accept your ideas much more readily if you tell them that Benjamin Franklin said it first. Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good to do no harm.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe 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!
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe There are griefs which grow with years.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people’s glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe 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.
Harriet Beecher StoweHarriet Beecher Stowe The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.
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