Cathedrals do not seem to me to have been built. They seem, rather, stupendous growths of nature, like crystals, or cliffs of basalt.
Harriet Beecher StoweO, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs.
Harriet Beecher StoweMidnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.
Harriet Beecher Stowe