What a fool is he who locks his door to keep out spirits, who has in his own bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone; whose voice, smothered far down, and piled over with mountains of earthliness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom!
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end. - Harriet Beecher Stowe
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
- Harriet Beecher Stowe
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
No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad. - Harriet Beecher Stowe
Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
It's a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done. - Harriet Beecher Stowe
It's a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you could n't hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for t… - Harriet Beecher Stowe
When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you could n't hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for t…
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today. - Harriet Beecher Stowe
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be. - Harriet Beecher Stowe
Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
We can make ourselves say the kind things that rise in our hearts and tremble on our lips - do the gentle and helpful deeds which we long to do and s… - Harriet Beecher Stowe
We can make ourselves say the kind things that rise in our hearts and tremble on our lips - do the gentle and helpful deeds which we long to do and s…
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. - Harriet Beecher Stowe
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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