I b'lieve in religion, and one of these days, when I've got matters tight and snug, I calculates to tend to my soul.
Harriet Beecher StoweOf course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
Harriet Beecher StoweJust so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.
Harriet Beecher StoweAfter all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,--those shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity?
Harriet Beecher Stowe