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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.
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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Connecticut
Christopher Crowfield
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Enrieta Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe
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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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At last I have come into a dreamland.
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Religion! Is what you hear at church religion? Is that which can bend and turn, and descend and ascend, to fit every crooked phase of selfish, worldly society, religion?
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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
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It is generally understood that men don't aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world.
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If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.
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The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.
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Cause I's wicked, - I is. I's mighty wicked, anyhow, I can't help it.
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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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Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
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