The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future.
Harriet Beecher StoweGod has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother.
Harriet Beecher Stoweit isn't mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
Harriet Beecher StoweCathedrals do not seem to me to have been built. They seem, rather, stupendous growths of nature, like crystals, or cliffs of basalt.
Harriet Beecher Stowe