Mountains are nature's testimonials of anguish. They are the sharp cry of a groaning and travailing creation. Nature's stern agony writes itself on these furrowed brows of gloomy stone. These reft and splintered crags stand, the dreary images of patient sorrow, existing verdureless and stern because exist they must.
Harriet Beecher StoweAfter all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,--those shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity?
Harriet Beecher StoweIt is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.
Harriet Beecher StoweGreek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
Harriet Beecher StoweI 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 StoweWe can make ourselves say the kind things that rise in our hearts and tremble on our lips - do the gentle and helpful deeds which we long to do and shrink back from; and little by little, it will grow easier - the love spoken will bring back the answer of love - the kind deed will bring back a kind deed in return.
Harriet Beecher Stowe