If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEThe 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.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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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.
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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
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The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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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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In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.
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Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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The literature of a people must so ring from the sense of its nationality; and nationality is impossible without self-respect, and self-respect is impossible without liberty.
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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!
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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
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Your little child is the only true democrat.
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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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A woman’s health is her capital.
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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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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