The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow.
Harriet Beecher StoweIn the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp.
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 StoweMountains 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 Stowe