I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWELove is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
-
-
Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
By 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 STOWE -
Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
A woman’s health is her capital.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
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.
HARRIET 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 STOWE -
The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
HARRIET 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 STOWE -
Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
There are griefs which grow with years.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
Dogs can bear more cold than human beings, but they do not like cold any better than we do; and when a dog has his choice, he will very gladly stretch himself on a rug before the fire for his afternoon nap.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
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 STOWE -
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 STOWE






