After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,--those shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity?
-Harriet Beecher Stowe
Select a background
More quotes by Harriet Beecher Stowe
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.