I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.
Harriet Beecher StoweThere is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, till set free by expression.
Harriet Beecher Stowethe Lord gives good many things twice over; but he don't give ye a mother but once.
Harriet Beecher StoweMidnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.
Harriet Beecher StoweThese Germans seem an odd race, a mixture of clay and spirit - what with their beer-drinking and smoking, and their slow, stolid ways, you would think them perfectly earth; but ethereal fire is all the while working in them, and bursing out in most unexpected jets of poetry and sentiment, like blossoms on a cactus.
Harriet Beecher Stowe