The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.
Harriet Beecher StoweWhat 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 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 StoweThe bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Harriet Beecher Stowe