I feel now that the time is come when even a woman or a child who can speak a word for freedom and humanity is bound to speak. I hope every woman who can write will not be silent.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWETrue 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.
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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Treat ’em like dogs, and you’ll have dogs’ works and dogs’ actions. Treat ’em like men, and you’ll have men’s works.
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I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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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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My vocation to preach on paper.
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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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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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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
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there 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.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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A woman’s health is her capital.
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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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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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