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It lies around us like a cloud--
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

I'spect I growed. Don't think nobody never made me.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

I's wicked I is. I's mighty wicked; anyhow I can't help it.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.


Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth
And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

All serious daring starts from within. -Harriet Beecher Stowe.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

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. -Harriet Beecher Stowe.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good to do no harm.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Women are the real architects of society. -Harriet Beecher Stowe.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Mothers are the most instinctive philosophers.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Great as the preparations were for the dinner, everything was so contrived that not a soul in the house should be kept from the morning service of Thanksgiving in the church.

Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe

'Cause I's wicked,--I is. I's mighty wicked, anyhow, I can't help it.

Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

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