Children will grow up substantially what they are by nature--and only that. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Midnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin. — 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… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
The beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime. The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
'Who was your mother?' 'Never had none!' said the child, with another grin. 'Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
We can make ourselves say the kind things that rise in our hearts and tremble on our lips - do the gentle… — 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
