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 StoweJust so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.
Harriet Beecher Stowe