The beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime. The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as the rock-flowers need rocks to grow on, or the ivy the rugged wall which it embraces.
Harriet Beecher StoweGreek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
Harriet Beecher StoweThe world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.
Harriet Beecher StoweScenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
Harriet Beecher Stowe