'Who was your mother?' 'Never had none!' said the child, with another grin. 'Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?' 'Never was born!' 'Do you know who made you?' 'Nobody, as I knows on,' said… — 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
