Praise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary.
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.
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.
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.
Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad. - Harriet Beecher Stowe
Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
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…
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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