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!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEthere 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.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
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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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If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.
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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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Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
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The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
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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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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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