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Everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy? — Harriet Beecher Stowe
O yes! a machine for saving work, is it? He'd invent that, I'll be bound; let a nigger alone for that, any time. They are all labor-saving machines themselves, every one of 'em. No, he shall tramp! — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living, yet to be gone through ... — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Now, John, I don't know anything about politics, but I can read my Bible; and there I see that I must feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and comfort the desolate; and that Bible I mean to follow. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Mary! Mary! My dear, let me reason with you.
I hate reasoning, John, - especially reasoning on such subjects. There's a way you political folks have of coming round and round a plain right thing; and you don't believe in it yourselves, when it comes to practice. I know you well enough, John. You don't believe it's right any more than I do; and you wouldn't do it any sooner than I. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
If women want any rights they had better take them, and say nothing about it. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
A little reflection will enable any person to detect in himself that setness in trifles which is the result of the unwatched instinct of self-will and to establish over himself a jealous guardianship. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
The literature of a people must so ring from the sense of its nationality; and nationality is impossible without self-respect, and self-respect is impossible without liberty. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
If ever you have had a romantic, uncalculating friendship, - a boundless worship and belief in some hero of your soul, - if ever you have so loved, that all cold prudence, all selfish worldly considerations have gone down like drift-wood before a river flooded with new rain from heaven, so that you even forgot yourself, and were ready to cast your whole being into the chasm of existence, as an offering before the feet of another, and all for nothing, - if you awoke bitterly betrayed and deceived, still give thanks to God that you have had one glimpse of heaven. The door now shut will open again. Rejoice that the noblest capability of your eternal inheritance has been made known to you; treasure it, as the highest honor of your being, that ever you could so feel, -that so divine a guest ever possessed your soul. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
While politicians contend, and men are swerved this way and that by conflicting tides of interest and passion, the great cause of human liberty is in the hands of one ... who shall not fail nor be discouraged ... — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse! — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Let us resolve: First, to attain the grace of silence; second, to deem all fault finding that does no good a sin; third, to practice the grade and virtue of praise. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Cathedrals do not seem to me to have been built. They seem, rather, stupendous growths of nature, like crystals, or cliffs of basalt. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place, because, such as it is, it is better than nothing. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
There have been times when I have thought, if the whole country would sink, and hide all this injustice and misery from the light, I would willingly sink with it. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Care and labor are as much correlated to human existence as shadow is to light ... — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Look at the high and the low, all the world over, and it's the same story, - the lower class used up, body, soul and spirit, for the good of the upper. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
It is a great mistake to suppose that a woman with no heart will be an easy creditor in the exchange of affection. There is not on earth a more merciless extractor of love from others than a thoroughly selfish woman; and the more unlovely she grows, the more jealously and scrupulously she extracts love, to the uttermost farthing. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Humankind above all is lazy. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I tell you," said Augustine, "if there is anything that revealed with the strength of a divine law in our times, it is that the masses are to rise, and the under class becomes the upper one. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
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. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure? — Harriet Beecher Stowe
These Germans seem an odd race, a mixture of clay and spirit - what with their beer-drinking and smoking, and their slow, stolid ways, you would think them perfectly earth; but ethereal fire is all the while working in them, and bursing out in most unexpected jets of poetry and sentiment, like blossoms on a cactus. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
There's a way you political folks have of coming round and round a plain right thing — Harriet Beecher Stowe
A true gentleman ... was characterized as the man that asks the fewest questions. This trait of refined society might be adopted into home-like in a far greater degree than it is, and make it far more agreeable. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Liberty! -- Electric word! — Harriet Beecher Stowe
If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I b'lieve in religion, and one of these days, when I've got matters tight and snug, I calculates to tend to my soul ... — Harriet Beecher Stowe
There is more done with pens than with swords. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I's wicked I is. I's mighty wicked; anyhow I can't help it. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
How then shall a Christian bear fruit? By efforts and struggles to obtain that which is freely given? ... No: there must be a full concentration of the thoughts and affections on Christ; a complete surrender of the whole being to Him; a constant looking to Him for grace. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Friends are discovered rather than made; there are people who are in their own nature friends, only they don't know each other; but certain things, like poetry, music, and paintings are like the Freemason's sign, they reveal the initiated to each other. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, till set free by expression. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
O, that's what troubles me, papa. You want me to live so happy, and never to have any pain, - never suffer anything, - not even hear a sad story, when other poor creatures have nothing but pain and sorrow, all their lives, - it seems selfish. I ought to know such things, I ought to feel about them! — Harriet Beecher Stowe
These critters ain't like white folks, you know; they gets over things, only manage right. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Thou canst say, who hast seen that same expression on the face dearest to thee;-that look indescribable, hopeless, unmistakable, that says to thee that thy beloved is no longer thine. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
But it is often those who have least of all in this life whom He chooseth for the kingdom. Put thy trust in Him and no matter what befalls thee here, He will make all right hereafter. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
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. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
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 Stowe
Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Gems, in fact, are a species of mineral flowers; they are the blossoms of the dark, hard mine; and what they want in perfume, they make up in durability. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature,
loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Women are the true modelers of social order. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I an't a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart's full of bitterness; I can't trust in God. Why does he let things be so?" "O, — Harriet Beecher Stowe
A day of grace is yet held out to us. Both North and South have been guilty before God; and the Christian Church has a heavy account to answer. Not by combining together, to protest injustice and cruelty, and making a common capital of sin, is this Union to be saved-but by repentance, justice and mercy; for, not surer is the eternal law by which the millstone sinks in the ocean, than that stronger law, by which injustice and cruelty shall bring on nations the wrath of Almighty God. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Greasy or not greasy, they will govern you, when their time comes," said Augustine; "and they will be just such rulers as you make them. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
But, of old, there was One whose suffering changed an instrument of torture, degradation and shame, into a symbol of glory, honor, and immortal life; and, where His spirit is, neither degrading stripes, nor blood, nor insults, can make the Christian's last struggle less than glorious. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Women are the real architects of society. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Thee mustn't speak evil of thy rulers, Simeon," said his father, gravely. "The Lord only gives us our worldly goods that we may do justice and mercy; if our rulers require a price of us for it, we must deliver it up. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
If it comes to that, I can earn myself at least six feet of free soil. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I no more thought of style or literary excellence than the mother who rushes into the street and cries for help to save her children from a burning house, thinks of the teachings of the rhetorician or the elocutionist. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
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! — Harriet Beecher Stowe
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Being an indigenous talent of the African race; — Harriet Beecher Stowe
He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a defenceless child, - like — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Mountains are nature's testimonials of anguish. They are the sharp cry of a groaning and travailing creation. Nature's stern agony writes itself on these furrowed brows of gloomy stone. These reft and splintered crags stand, the dreary images of patient sorrow, existing verdureless and stern because exist they must. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Even the knives and forks had a social clatter as they went on to the table; and the chicken and ham had a cheerful and joyous fizzle in the pan, as if they rather enjoyed being cooked than otherwise — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Friendships are discovered rather than made. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
The water of the river is the calmest, where the deepest. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
In the midst of life we are in death,' said Miss Ophelia. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I'm a thinkin' my old man won't know de boys and de baby. Lor'! she's de biggest gal, now, - good she is, too, and peart, Polly is. She's out to the house, now, watchin' de hoe-cake. I 's got jist de very pattern my old man liked so much, a bakin'. Jist sich as I gin him the mornin' he was took off. Lord bless us! how I felt, dat ar morning!" Mrs. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
We ought to be free to meet and mingle,
to rise by our individual worth, without any consideration of caste or color; and they who deny us this right are false to their own professed principals of human equality. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
No matter how kind her mistress is, - no matter how much she loves her home; beg her not to go back, - for slavery always ends in misery. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Governments derive their just power from the consent of the governed — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Most mothers are instinctive philosophers. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
The shape of her head and the turn of her neck and bust were peculiarly noble, and the long golden-brown hair that floated like a cloud around it, the deep spiritual gravity of her violet blue eyes, shaded by heavy fringes of golden brown — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I tell you now, Andy," said Sam, with awful superiority, "don't yer be a talkin' 'bout what yer don't know nothin' on; boys like you, Andy, means well, but they can't be spected to collusitate the great principles of action."
Andy looked rebuked, particularly by the hard word collusitate, which most of the youngerly members of the company seemed to consider as a settler in the case, while Sam proceeded. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
A cook she certainly was, in the very bone and centre of her soul. Not a ... turkey ... in the barn-yard but looked grave when they saw her approaching, and seemed evidently to be reflecting on their latter end; and certain it was that she was always meditating on trussing, stuffing and roasting, to a degree that was calculated to inspire terror in any reflecting fowl living. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
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. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women? — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I've lost everything in this world, and it's clean gone, forever
and now I can't lose heaven, too; no, I can't get to be wicked, besides all. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murray's Grammar, and was garnished at convenient intervals with various profane expressions, which not even the desire to be graphic in our account shall induce us to transcribe. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
We can make ourselves say the kind things that rise in our hearts and tremble on our lips - do the gentle and helpful deeds which we long to do and shrink back from; and little by little, it will grow easier - the love spoken will bring back the answer of love - the kind deed will bring back a kind deed in return. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
O, what an untold world there is in one human heart! — Harriet Beecher Stowe
The longest day must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the night of the just to an eternal day. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Eliza," said George, "people that have friends, and houses, and lands, and money, and all those things, can't love as we do, who have nothing but each other ... And your loving me, - why, it was almost like raising one from the dead! I've been a new man ever since! And now, Eliza, I'll give my last drop of blood, but they shall not take you from me. Whoever gets you must walk over my dead body. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I believe I'm done for," said Tom. "The cussed sneaking dog, to leave me to die alone! My poor old mother always told me 'twould be so. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
'Who was your mother?' 'Never had none!' said the child, with another grin. 'Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?' 'Never was born!' 'Do you know who made you?' 'Nobody, as I knows on,' said the child, with a short laugh ... 'I 'spect I grow'd.' — Harriet Beecher Stowe
I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone ... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
George was, in truth, one of the sort who evidently have made some mistake in coming into this world at all, as their internal furniture is in no way suited to its general courses and currents. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good not to do harm. — Harriet Beecher Stowe