Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
I wrote what I did because as a woman, as a mother, I was oppressed and broken-hearted with the sorrows and injustice I saw,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
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… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
God has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
We can make ourselves say the kind things that rise in our hearts and tremble on our lips - do the gentle and helpful… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
It's a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
What's your hurry?" Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share
