Harriet Beecher Stowe

Harriet Beecher

American Author and Abolitionist, known best for "Uncle Tom's Cabin"

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If I must be sold, or all the people on the place, and everything go to rack, why, let me be sold. I s'pose I can b'ar it as well as any on 'em.

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.

Although mother's bodily presence disappeared from our circle, I think that her memory and example had more influence in molding her family, in deterring from evil and exciting to good, than the living presence of many mothers. It was a memory that met us everywhere; for every person in the town seemed to have been so impressed by her character and life that they constantly reflected some portion of it back upon us.

Could I ever have loved you, had I not known you better than you know yourself?

Get your evidences of grace by pressing forward to the mark, and not by groping with a lantern after the boundary lines.

I did not write it. (Uncle Tom's Cabin) God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.

If it were admitted that the great object is to read and enjoy a language, and the stress of the teaching were placed on the few things absolutely essential to this result, all might in their own way arrive there, and rejoice in its flowers.

It lies around us like a cloud— a world we do not see; yet the sweet closing of an eye may bring us there to be.

And billows wild contend with angry roar.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!

Glossy green wood chairs, old and firm; a small flag-bottomed rocking-chair.

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

If women want any rights they had better take them, and say nothing about it.

It takes years and maturity to make the discovery that the power of faith is nobler than the power of doubt; and that there is a celestial wisdom in the ingenuous propensity to trust, which belongs to honest and noble natures.

And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth.

Delicacy! A fine word for such as she! I'll teach her, with all her airs, that she's no better than the raggedest black wench that walks the streets! She'll take no more airs with me!

Governments derive their just power from the consent of the governed

I don't sell dead niggers. You are welcome to bury him where and when you like.

If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.

And silver waves chime ever peacefully.

Do tell us who is Jesus anyhow? Jesus, that's been a standin' by you so, all this night!--Who is he?

Hark 'e, Tom!--ye think, 'cause I've let you off before, I don't mean what I say; but, this time, I've made up my mind, and counted the cost. You've always stood it out again' me: now, I'll conquer ye, or kill ye!--one or t' other. I'll count every drop of blood there is in you, and take 'em, one by one, till ye give up!

I have lost two, one after another,--left 'em buried there when I came away; and I had only this one left. I never slept a night without him; he was all I had. He was my comfort and pride, day and night; and, ma'am, they were going to take him away from me,--to sell him,--sell him down south, ma'am, to go all alone,--a baby that had never been away from his mother in his life!

I'm going there, to the spirits bright, Tom; I'm going, before long.

And though it be not so in the physical, yet in moral science that which cannot be understood is not always profitless. For the soul awakes, a trembling stranger, between two dim eternities,—the eternal past, the eternal future. The light shines only on a small space around her; therefore, she needs must yearn towards the unknown; and the voices and shadowy movings which come to her from out the cloudy pillar of inspiration have each one echoes and answers in her own expecting nature.

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American Author and Abolitionist, known best for "Uncle Tom's Cabin"