Midnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.
Harriet Beecher StoweTalk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
Harriet Beecher StoweGet your evidences of grace by pressing forward to the mark, and not by groping with a lantern after the boundary lines.
Harriet Beecher StoweWhen you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you could n't hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that 's just the place and time that the tide'll turn.
Harriet Beecher Stowe