Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
Harriet Beecher StoweThere are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.
Harriet Beecher StoweGreat as the planning were for the dinner, the lot was so contrived that not a soul in the house be supposed to be kept from the break of day ceremony of Blessing in the church.
Harriet Beecher StoweIt is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.
Harriet Beecher Stowe