Julia Ward Howe
Julia Ward Howe
Julia Ward Howewas an American poet and author, best known for writing "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". She was also an advocate for abolitionism and was a social activist, particularly for women's suffrage...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth27 May 1819
CountryUnited States of America
optimistic thinking views
Don't you think that the best things are already in view?
feminist doubt study
When I see the elaborate study and ingenuity displayed by women in the pursuit of trifles, I feel no doubt of their capacity for the most herculean undertakings.
simple agreement differences
Beneath all differences of doctrine or discipline there exists a fundamental agreement as to the simple, absolute essentials in religion.
debt
Marriage, like death, is a debt we owe to nature.
taken son charity
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
sacrifice men brutality
Any religion which sacrifices women to the brutality of men is no religion.
sex thinking individual
I think nothing is religion which puts one individual absolutely above others, and surely nothing is religion which puts one sex above another.
life forever ideals
Every life has its actual blanks, which the ideal must fill up, or which else remain bare & profitless forever.
going-out
How utterly are one's best thoughts invaded by this going out in society.
believe heart sacrifice
I want to take the word Christianity back to Christ himself, back to that mighty heart whose pulse seems to throb through the world to-day, that endless fountain of charity out of which I believe has come all true progress and all civilization that deserves the name .. I go back to that great Spirit which contemplated a sacrifice for the whole of humanity. That sacrifice is not one of exclusion, but of an infinite and endless and joyous inclusion. And I thank God for it.
sight limits metamorphosis
In the nature of things, I must soon lose sight of this sense of constant metamorphosis whose limits bound our human life.
marching-on lamps evening
I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps, I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His Day is marching on.
civilization broken eggshells
The broken eggshell of a civilization which time has hatched and devoured.
truth judging evil
Every newly discovered truth judges the world, separates the good from the evil, and calls on faithful souls to make sure of their election.