335 Quotes by Harriet Beecher Stowe

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    We ought to be free to meet and mingle, – to rise by our individual worth, without any consideration of caste or color; and they who deny us this right are false to their own professed principals of human equality.

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    His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murray’s Grammar, and was garnished at convenient intervals with various profane expressions, which not even the desire to be graphic in our account shall induce us to transcribe.

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    And though it be not so in the physical, yet in moral science that which cannot be understood is not always profitless. For the soul awakes, a trembling stranger, between two dim eternities, – the eternal past, the eternal future. The light shines only on a small space around her; therefore, she needs must yearn towards the unknown; and the voices and shadowy movings which come to her from out the cloudy pillar of inspiration have each one echoes and answers in her own expecting nature.

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    What a sublime conception is that of a last judgment!” said he, – “a righting of all the wrongs of ages! – a solving of all moral problems, by an unanswerable wisdom! It is, indeed, a wonderful image.

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    I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people’s glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.

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    It was like that hush of spirit which we feel amid the bright, mild woods of autumn, when the bright hectic flush is on the trees, and the last lingering flowers by the brook; and we joy in it all the more, because we know that soon it will all pass away. The.

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    But to live, – to wear on, day after day, of mean, bitter, low, harassing servitude, every nerve dampened and depressed, every power of feeling gradually smothered, – this long and wasting heart-martyrdom, this slow, daily bleeding away of the inward life, drop by drop, hour after hour, – this is the true searching test of what there may be in man or woman.

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    Midnight, – strange mystic hour, – when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.

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