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.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEO, 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!
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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Your little child is the only true democrat.
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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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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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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?
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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A woman’s health is her capital.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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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.
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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.
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Let us resolve: First, to attain the grace of silence; second, to deem all fault finding that does no good a sin; third, to practice the grade and virtue of praise.
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If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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