It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEIf we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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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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The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.
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Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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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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I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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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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The person who decides what shall be the food and drink of a family, and the modes of its preparation, is the one who decides, to a greater or less extent, what shall be the health of that family.
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It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.
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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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