Quotes from Harriet Beecher Stowe

The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.

Religion! Is what you hear at church religion? Is that which can bend and turn, and descend and ascend, to fit every crooked phase of selfish, worldly society, religion? Is that religion which is less scrupulous, less generous, less just, less considerate for man, than even my own ungodly, worldly, blinded nature? No! When I look for religion, I must look for something above me, and not something beneath.

Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?

I am braver than I was because I have lost all; and he who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

It's a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.

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!

For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

What's your hurry?" Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia.

O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, "Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!

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.

Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!

Most mothers are instinctive philosophers.

Women are the real architects of society.

One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could; but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic; or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable. It is this everlasting mediocrity that bores me.

Why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?

A ship is a beauty and a mystery wherever we see it.

the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind...cast-off and everyday clothing.

In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.

When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, never give up then, for that is just the time when the tide will turn.

If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.