there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.
Harriet Beecher StoweThe beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime. The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as the rock-flowers need rocks to grow on, or the ivy the rugged wall which it embraces.
Harriet Beecher StoweThe soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future.
Harriet Beecher StoweThe world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.
Harriet Beecher Stowe