If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEIn the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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People will accept your ideas much more readily if you tell them that Benjamin Franklin said it first. Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good to do no harm.
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What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that brings life within the circle of the heroic.
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It isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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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.
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The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
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In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.
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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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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 is more done with pens than with swords.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
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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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