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there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.
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 part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people's alone.
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O, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs.
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What a fool is he who locks his door to keep out spirits, who has in his own bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone whose voice, smothered far down, and piled over with mountains of earthliness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom!
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Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in Thee. This is true.
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One of the greatest reforms that could be, in these reforming days ... would be to have women architects. The mischief with the houses built to rent is that they are all male contrivances.
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If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!
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No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man.
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Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!
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So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
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In the old times, women did not get their lives written, though I don't doubt many of them were much better worth writing than the men's.
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The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
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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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I make no manner of doubt that you threw a very diamond of truth at me, though you see it hit me so directly in the face that it wasn't exactly appreciated, at first.
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A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell.
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By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond?
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No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread.
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'Who was your mother?' 'Never had none!' said the child, with another grin. 'Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?' 'Never was born!' 'Do you know who made you?' 'Nobody, as I knows on,' said the child, with a short laugh. . . . 'I 'spect I grow'd.'
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