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...it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Harriet Beecher Stowe
Age: 85 †
Born: 1811
Born: June 14
Died: 1896
Died: July 1
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Litchfield (town)
Connecticut
Christopher Crowfield
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Enrieta Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe
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One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable. It is this everlasting mediocrity that bores me.
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Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
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Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
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Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure?
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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place, because, such as it is, it is better than nothing.
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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter.
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For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short.
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God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.
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I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight.
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Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!
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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?
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There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, till set free by expression.
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All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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It has always been a favorite idea of mine, that there is so much of the human in every man, that the life of any one individual, however obscure, if really and vividly perceived in all its aspirations, struggles, failures, and successes, would command the interest of all others.
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That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much it all amounts to.
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