No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Harriet Beecher Stowe More Quotes by Harriet Beecher Stowe More Quotes From Harriet Beecher Stowe There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it. Harriet Beecher Stowe class giving two It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed - who cannot speak for themselves. Harriet Beecher Stowe merit speak struggle What a fool is he who locks his door to keep out spirits, who has in his own bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone; whose voice, smothered far down, and piled over with mountains of earthliness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom! Harriet Beecher Stowe mountain voice doors A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; while we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell. We live a while in Boston, and then a while in New York, and then, perhaps, turn up at Cincinnati. Scarcely any body with us is living where they expect to live and die. The man that dies in the house he was born in is a wonder. There is something pleasant in the permanence and repose of the English family estate, which we, in America, know very little of. Harriet Beecher Stowe new-york men children A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell. Harriet Beecher Stowe men children america Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure? Harriet Beecher Stowe pain sorrow may The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future. Harriet Beecher Stowe soul two past Friends are discovered rather than made; there are people who are in their own nature friends, only they don't know each other; but certain things, like poetry, music, and paintings are like the Freemason's sign, they reveal the initiated to each other. Harriet Beecher Stowe friends painting people Gems, in fact, are a species of mineral flowers; they are the blossoms of the dark, hard mine; and what they want in perfume, they make up in durability. Harriet Beecher Stowe rocks flower dark it isn't mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience. Harriet Beecher Stowe sick rooms needs Sensitive people never like the fatigue of justifying their instincts. Harriet Beecher Stowe sensitive intuition people One of the greatest reforms that could be, in these reforming days ... would be to have women architects. The mischief with the houses built to rent is that they are all male contrivances. Harriet Beecher Stowe males reform house No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread. Harriet Beecher Stowe life-and-death form men Women are the true modelers of social order. Harriet Beecher Stowe social-order social order 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. Harriet Beecher Stowe inquiry patient self 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. Harriet Beecher Stowe ignorant eye self The power of fictitious writing, for good as well as evil is a thing which ought most seriously to be reflected on. No one can fail to see that in our day it is becoming a very great agency. Harriet Beecher Stowe agency evil writing Humankind above all is lazy. Harriet Beecher Stowe humankind lazy Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory! Harriet Beecher Stowe each-new-day chance glory In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp. Harriet Beecher Stowe equality white hands
