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Harriet Beecher Stowe
Everyone confesses that...
Everyone confesses that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us; but most...
I no more...
I no more thought of style or literary excellence than the mother who rushes into the street and cries for help to...
I did not...
I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
Source: Referring to...
When you get...
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a...
The obstinacy of...
The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
In all ranks...
In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to...
No one is...
No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man.
Source: Uncle Tom's...
Many a humble...
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed...
The bitterest tears...
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
One would like...
One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could; but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very...
[I]f it were...
[I]f it were admitted that the great object is to read and enjoy a language, and the stress of the teaching were...
Mothers are the...
Mothers are the most instinctive philosophers.
Source: In Readers' Digest.
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Where painting is...
Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is...
The longest day...
The longest day must have its close -- the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of...
Whipping and abuse...
Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities...
Nobody had ever...
Nobody had ever instructed him that a slave-ship, with a procession of expectant sharks in its wake, is a missionary...
These words dropped...
These words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think...
Women are the...
Women are the real architects of society.
Source: In Atlantic Monthly, 1864.
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Home is a...
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom,...
I am speaking...
I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred -- that of keeping their own...
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