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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!

Harriet Beecher Stowe

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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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Direction Doubt Hit Myself Praise See
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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Affection Home Place Room Strong
It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.
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Influence Mark Mindset Oneself Superiority
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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Impossible Liberty Literature Nation Natural People Respect
If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
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Fall In Love Husband Love Yourself
I feel now that the time is come when even a woman or a child who can speak a word for freedom and humanity is bound to speak. I hope every woman who can write will not be silent.
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Children Feeling Freedom Hope Myself Silence Talk Time Woman Writing
There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.
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Class Generosity Human Love World
The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
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Discipline Eternal Glory Pain Short
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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Drive Forever Land Man Myself Slave
The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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Blood Heart Silence Tears
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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Convince Difficult Easy Independence Opinion Quiet Silence Soft
My vocation to preach on paper.
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Myself Paper Talk Voice
Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
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Beautiful Love Sadness
There are griefs which grow with years.
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Grief Growth Time
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Eyes Flower Humble Immortal Soul Weakness
O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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Heart Human Told World

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