Harriet Beecher Stowe
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowewas an American abolitionist and author. She came from a famous religious family and is best known for her novel Uncle Tom's Cabin. It depicts the harsh life for African Americans under slavery. It reached millions as a novel and play, and became influential in the United States and Great Britain. It energized anti-slavery forces in the American North, while provoking widespread anger in the South. She wrote 30 books, including novels, three travel memoirs, and collections...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth14 June 1811
CityLitchfield, CT
CountryUnited States of America
Harriet Beecher Stowe quotes about
Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
Everyone confesses that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us; but most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much more than circumstances drive them to do.
No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.
These Germans seem an odd race, a mixture of clay and spirit - what with their beer-drinking and smoking, and their slow, stolid ways, you would think them perfectly earth; but ethereal fire is all the while working in them, and bursing out in most unexpected jets of poetry and sentiment, like blossoms on a cactus.
It's a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.
The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis 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.
I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place.
Human nature is above all things lazy.