These Germans seem an odd race, a mixture of clay and spirit - what with their beer-drinking and smoking, and their slow, stolid ways, you would think them perfectly earth; but ethereal fire is all the while working in them, and bursing out in most unexpected jets of poetry and sentiment, like blossoms on a cactus.
Harriet Beecher StoweCome down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.
Harriet Beecher StoweWhen you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you could n't hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that 's just the place and time that the tide'll turn.
Harriet Beecher StoweHalf the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
Harriet Beecher Stowe