He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWETo do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
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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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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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Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
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To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
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So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
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Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
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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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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
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The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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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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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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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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