Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.
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.
it isn't mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
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.
The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
The power of fictitious writing, for good as well as evil is a thing which ought most seriously to be reflected on. No one can fail to see that in our day it is becoming a very great agency.
God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.
God has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother.
That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much it all amounts to.
One of the greatest reforms that could be, in these reforming days ... would be to have women architects. The mischief with the houses built to rent is that they are all male contrivances.
No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread.
The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future.
Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure?
Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.
Get your evidences of grace by pressing forward to the mark, and not by groping with a lantern after the boundary lines.
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.
As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter.
Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers to cover the ground.
The number of those men who know how to use wholly irresponsible power humanely and generously is small. Everybody knows this, and the slave knows it best of all.
Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.
Whatever offices of life are performed by women of culture and refinement are thenceforth elevated; they cease to be mere servile toils, and become expressions of the ideas of superior beings.
Care and labor are as much correlated to human existence as shadow is to light.
Great as the planning were for the dinner, the lot was so contrived that not a soul in the house be supposed to be kept from the break of day ceremony of Blessing in the church.
There is no phase of the Italian mind that has not found expression in its music.
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.
The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow.
«Couldn't never be nothin' but a nig*er, if I was ever so good, » said Topsy. «If I could be skinned, and come white, I'd try then.»
The Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once.
In the midst of life we are in death, '" said Miss Ophelia.
...the heart has no tears to give, --it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last convulsion.
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.
The sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the streets of Rome.
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.