It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWETreat ’em like dogs, and you’ll have dogs’ works and dogs’ actions. Treat ’em like men, and you’ll have men’s works.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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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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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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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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It is generally understood that men don’t aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
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One part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people’s alone.
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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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If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
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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.
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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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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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