It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
HARRIET 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!
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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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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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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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.
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All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism; but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order.
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If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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The 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.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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A woman’s health is her capital.
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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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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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