Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes

When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you until it seems that you cannot hold on for a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time when the tide will turn.

But it is often those who have least of all in this life whom He chooseth for the kingdom. Put thy trust in Him and no matter what befalls thee here, He will make all right hereafter.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

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.

What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chairs, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor - just such tears, sir, as you dropped into the coffin where lay your first-born son; such tears, woman, as you shed when you heard the cries of your dying babe; for, sir, he was a man, and you are but another man; and, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life's great straits and mighty griefs, ye feel but one sorrow!

I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.

Treat 'em like dogs, and you'll have dogs' works and dogs' actions. Treat 'em like men, and you'll have men's works.

So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.

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.

Well, good-by, Uncle Tom; keep a stiff upper lip.

George was, in truth, one of the sort who evidently have made some mistake in coming into this world at all, as their internal furniture is in no way suited to its general courses and currents.

Human nature is above all things — lazy.

In how many families do you hear the legend that all the goodness and graces of the living are nothing to the peculiar charms of one who is not. It is as if heaven had an especial band of angels, whose office it was to sojourn for a season here, and endear to them the wayward human heart, that they might bear it upward with them in their homewoard flight. When you see that deep, spiritual light in the eye, — -when the little soul reveals itself in words sweeter and wiser than the ordinary words of children, — -hope not to retain that child, for the seal of heaven is on it, and the light of immortality looks out from its eyes.

Mrs. Bird, seeing the defenseless condition of the enemy's territory, had no more conscience than to push her advantage.