I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
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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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.
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He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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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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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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It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
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There are griefs which grow with years.
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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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Praise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary.
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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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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
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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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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 heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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General rules will bear hard on particular cases.
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