There is no phase of the Italian mind that has not found expression in its music.
Harriet Beecher StoweWhipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
Harriet Beecher StoweI 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 StoweSweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
Harriet Beecher Stowe