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. Harriet Beecher Stowe More Quotes by Harriet Beecher Stowe More Quotes From Harriet Beecher Stowe What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the secret instinct of decaying nature, or the soul's impulsive throb, as immortality draws on? Be what it may, it rested in the heart of Eva, a calm, sweet, prophetic certainty that Heaven was near; calm as the light of sunset, sweet as the bright stillness of autumn, there her little heart reposed, only troubled by sorrow for those who loved her so dearly. Harriet Beecher Stowe sunset heart sweet Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call. Harriet Beecher Stowe rags clothes thinking he who has nothing to lose can afford all risks. Harriet Beecher Stowe nothing-to-lose loses risk I honestly do not know if civil disobedience has any effect on the government. I can promise you it has a great effect on the person who chooses to do it. Martin Sheen The burning of rebellious thoughts in the little breast, of internal hatred and opposition, could not long go on without slight whiffs of external smoke, such as mark the course of subterranean fire. Harriet Beecher Stowe government fire long What's your hurry?" Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia. Harriet Beecher Stowe ophelia missing said Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body, that, for a time, can make flesh and nerve impregnable, and string the sinews like steel, so that the weak become so mighty! Harriet Beecher Stowe sublime steel mind Human nature is above all things lazy. Harriet Beecher Stowe lazy laziness literature Once, in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false imagining, an unreal character, but, looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature, — loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be. Harriet Beecher Stowe angel age may the Lord gives good many things twice over; but he don't give ye a mother but once. Harriet Beecher Stowe good-man mother giving Cathedrals do not seem to me to have been built. They seem, rather, stupendous growths of nature, like crystals, or cliffs of basalt. Harriet Beecher Stowe cliffs crystals growth How, then, shall a Christian bear fruit? By efforts and struggles to obtain that which is freely given; by meditations on watchfulness, on prayer, on action, on temptation, and on dangers? No, there must be a full concentration of the thoughts and affections on Christ; a complete surrender of the whole being to him; a constant looking to him for grace. Harriet Beecher Stowe effort struggle christian One part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people's alone. Harriet Beecher Stowe responsibility people Women's Day Women are the real architects of society. Harriet Beecher Stowe strong-women empowering real Why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women? Harriet Beecher Stowe international-women-day womans-day wake-up I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery. Harriet Beecher Stowe slavery book people intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death. Harriet Beecher Stowe disease-and-death causes eating I wrote what I did because as a woman, as a mother, I was oppressed and broken-hearted with the sorrows and injustice I saw, because as a Christian I felt the dishonor to Christianity - because as a lover of my county, I trembled at the coming day of wrath. Harriet Beecher Stowe wrath christian mother in America, far too large a portion of the diet consists of animal food. As a nation, the Americans are proverbial for the gross and luxurious diet with which they load their tables; and there can be no doubt that the general health of the nation would be increased by a change in our customs in this respect. Harriet Beecher Stowe doubt animal america I long to put the experience of fifty years at once into your young lives, to give you at once the key of that treasure chamber every gem of which has cost me tears and struggles and prayers, but you must work for these inward treasures yourself. Harriet Beecher Stowe mom prayer mother 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. Harriet Beecher Stowe ocean wind peace