intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Marie was one of those unfortunately constituted mortals, in whose eyes whatever is lost and gone assumes a value which it never… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chairs, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor - just such tears,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Have not many of us, in the weary way of life, felt, in some hours, how far easier it were to die… — 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 Image
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 Image
Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
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 Image
God has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
