The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEWe 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.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
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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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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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There are in this world two kinds of natures, – those that have wings, and those that have feet, – the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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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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It isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed – who cannot speak for themselves.
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Witness, eternal God! Oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!
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My vocation to preach on paper.
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If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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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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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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